Wake

Adrift cerulean, like foam on the sea

Lunar light lingers long, caricartures among

Like twilight jade with thorn lips-

Blooming bruises and goodbyes.

 

Meadows of mellowed marigolds-

Singing lonesome lullabies

To the pale absence of another

Sunless sky.

All of this echoes,

Echoes shy goodbyes.

 

As dreams like lazy petals,

Waltz the breeze of waking,

I feel the center of my soul

Is aching.

Like wordless memories sailing in fiction

With the clouds;

Time drips bare on willow arms,

A place where reality never

Woke.

 

 

 

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word_man's picture

twilight jade on a moonlit

twilight jade on a moonlit night,ripples of light burning through the soul

awakening to another day


ron parrish

Cascade's picture

What a beautiful comment. I

What a beautiful comment. I love it.  Thank you Smile

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you are welcome

you are welcome


ron parrish

patriciajj's picture

Powerful. Astounding imagery

Powerful. Astounding imagery underscores the gripping pain and turns words into a deeply felt experience. True art. Patricia

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Quite a compliment coming

Quite a compliment coming from a poetess such as yourself, Patricia. Thank you!

Januarian's picture

The way you deploy the words

The way you deploy the words of this poem is more like music, rather than ordinary poetry.  When Ezra Pound declared, more than a century ago, that poet should write according to the musical phrase and not merely the syllable count, he was speaking of this kind of poem that you have written.  I am so very impressed by this.


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I merely write to release

I merely write to release emotion, Starward. It's all random, just comes.out the way it does when it does. Sometimes I analyse it to the

Point of death, sometimes I leave it alone and simply shrug off all the imperfections. Strange how it works for me. If I focus and TRY to write a poem, try to make it happen, it's terrible. Sometimes I don't even know how to put what I am feeling into words. This was not planned to flow musically. It just came out the way it did with only a small interference from my left brain critic. Lol I am not a skilled writer. I just write what I can

when I can and if I don't pick it apart, which happens frequently. I envy writers such as yourself and other poets here that seem to effortless works of beautiful poetry with so many words and skills. Mine are not cohesive in structure and I don't even feel I have a style, really. It simply is what it is. 

I am honored by your response, truly

 

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You are tremendously skilled

You are tremendously skilled as a poet, and I look forward to more poems like this.


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Stephen's picture

"Lunar light lingers long"

Quite an amazing alliteration.   ---   Stephen

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Thank you so much, Stephen. 

Thank you so much, Stephen.