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prancing on petite feet
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NOT THE NYMPH!
chowing down
on the fruits of
fantasy land...
i thought when i brought her
a complimentary handful
of daisies, maybe she would
consider using that vase
her grandmother passed
her cat had passed away
i sauntered upon that
secret path, never known
by imagination bewitched
the confines of my home,
bones lonely and cold
i am bolder than you!
yesYES yes yes yes!!!
Yall's comments is better
Yall's comments is better than drugs I swear
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
My favourite thing is your
My favourite thing is your duality and the broken use of grammar or lack there of can easily twist the reader into many directions and fractals of the poetic nuance. My favourite of these:
"sauntered upon that
secret path, never known
by imagination bewitched
the confines of my home,"
I read it many different ways until I found the one that I resonated with
Which was
The secret path travelled upon by those who have not had their imagination compromised by the gamut of controlling ideas where ideas are still free
And that is where you live untainted or rather unaffected, this made you impervious to minor fears
And hence we are re reminded of bones with no flesh and no warmth, lifeless, but daisy chains triumph through the vortex of mind peace overcomes and with boldness gentleness arrives to conquer with hope and love
Stumbling on a vase handed down by grandmother
Used rather to store a deceased cat rather morosely yet pehaps daisies wore it [vase] better ! Yes YES Yes yes yes I liked it alot! Thanks for the fruit for thought.
Hugss
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."
I enjoyed that moment when
I enjoyed that moment when the sad, heavy tone switched suddenly and you knew your strength:
"yesYES yes yes yes!!!"
You have an ability to unwrap all the nuances of the human story in startling new ways. That takes skill. Always a pleasure to visit here.