Blissfully Incognizant


Blissfully Incognizant

Good night sweet Love, she called
her tears tasted of dreams,
her laughter zinged as violins,
her heart fused with kaleidoscope skies,
she never knew her Love had been long, long gone;
being a hue of naive saved her
she, pranced in streamful phantasmagoria
leaping all about, coated in jollity;
unaware that her polychromatic-self,
had not been heard from her Dear,
blissfully incognizant;
that her Love was long, long gone –
her estatic form continued to unfurl,
her prismatic very, VERY naked being

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Sharing the twistings, and musings that twirl in my mind. Hoping others can relate, or at least enjoy... To know more about me personally you can visit my website at Mind Retrofit.
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10 Responses to Blissfully Incognizant

  1. Charasdifferusatistic! Wow I can feel this one too. xo

  2. Rhonda L. Brockmeyer says:

    Yikes. This is brilliantly written. You nailed this. The edge the depth. The tissue paper soul. Love it.

  3. dulzimordash says:

    Reblogged this on Natureโ€™s Abhorred Vacuum.

  4. nikki says:

    Wow. …..and Who painted that?!

  5. radicalhope says:

    I like this poem. Sometimes it takes a long time to face reality. I mean, sometimes it takes me a long time to face reality.

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