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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Charasdifferusatistic! Wow I can feel this one too. xo
Holysmokyyikesterrific! I cannot top your “Charasdifferusatistic!” Hee hee I think my emotions are clawing through my words lately. 🙂
Your word rocks it too!! I figured that, sending hugs xo
Yikes. This is brilliantly written. You nailed this. The edge the depth. The tissue paper soul. Love it.
Thank you Rhonda! Ooo, I love “The tissue paper soul!”
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Wow. …..and Who painted that?!
Thank you Nikki! I link to all of the images I use if you click on them they take you to the artist or where I found them. But here is the link to the artist http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/leonid-afremov.html he has some wonderful creations. I could look through them all day. 🙂
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.
Same here Radicalhope! Sometimes my mind takes a long time to comprehend reality and then, the hard part is accepting it. 🙂 I am glad you liked it!