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snow on the boardwalk
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Hyacinth garden down in a tangled thought
sucking debilitation, from decadence
frenetic need of lust from languor
this morning
now that iciness
is white with a winters soul
gray skies
and snow on the boardwalk
Asbury Park is a desolate frosted midway
snowflakes melt
on your tongue and trickling into fabrication
cold winds like societies discriminations whip cross your face
misery merging in perfect orbit
cold radiance like the eternal dancing
from the full snow moon
wanting waves wait in the fog
as if napping so to keep their bleak secret
image of illusion enduring on the edge of exhaustion
winter lips whisper the seasons rhyme
echoes diminished unheard
not even considered was all the dying loneliness
melancholy seeking to hide until it just melts
where lingering eyes nullify, no one judges poetic injustice
disguising the sound that enunciates a need
Metaphoric and layered
A bittersweet and inter-seasonal expression of yearning, stressing the marginality of a society that lost essence. And ever the lonely soul.
Thank you for requesting my friendship. Greetings from South Africa. Myra
This is a grand poem with a grand insight!
Wonderful! Sincerely SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."