Coloured Spectrum
I see, colours off spectrum,
Pristine and regimented for a steady diet.
White waves, its flag surrenders with grace,
With nakedness, shame drools, la ojos negro;
Blushing cheeks, in the blistering snow,
Fluttering, from cocoon to intricately delicate.
Eclipse the plight of consciousness,
Distract eyes, detract idolatry, suffer no foolishness.
The single mind’s eye.
Personality coloured in the most favored light,
My moth’s flame flickers slightly;
Restoration of a renaissance man,
In allusions of egotism, arrogance.
An oasis in the basin is below valleys and pastures,
Far beyond the hills.
Definitively, romance dipped in rancid sultriness.
Oppressively, imagination is the great liberator.
Recklessly, mediums of art paint horrifying terror with pleasure.
Blessed is the confusion.
The mason with the red stones,
paves the brick road with good intentions.
posted by nosthegametoo at 1:44 PM
2 Comments:
I like it here. The air is clean and the poetry is thought provoking, not just words thrown together to make the reader go oooooh.
LOL its interesting that everytime I say I'm done with poetry, I stumble upon a poet.
@ lady in satin:
Because the interpretation of poetry is usually an intimate matter, as long as my words caught your eye, I’m proud of what I’ve written. That’s all that really matters.
And thank you for the compliment. I’m still a work in progress, so it is always encouraging to get positive feedback.
As always, thank you.
@ darni:
Thank you for visiting. I’m usually very critical of my own work. These is my first attempt at really sharing it would more than a few people. I honestly and truly appreciate the positive feedback.
And I feel the same way. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve given up on poetry.
Please, don’t be a stranger.
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