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Misty Morning
Misty took a scrap of paper
tearing the edges off
she wrote a note proclaiming
just how day had been won
A slight victory
in times of daily battles
as night was worn
like a battle scarf
the favor of saint Angelus...
Stars adorned Her cheeks
their dust falling
from Her sleeves
while the moon held high
upon Her face
perfect space in between
The twinkling of Her eyes
Clair vision tip-toeing
She took to Her knife
Begins the bleeding
Dark trickles beading
to parchment
lacing the page
woven deepened tapestry
Her life and to days
stained by the earth
revolving wrong ways
Penning the shards
erasing the space
reminding Her once
Whence came the light
Then spark led to dark
holding future memory
shoving the dagger
further and deeper
bleeding profusely
found Herself writing
to a brand new day
So to the light
now shining in
Carried Her off
where magic begins
Living...
In ever endless
fantasy
tearing the edges off
she wrote a note proclaiming
just how day had been won
A slight victory
in times of daily battles
as night was worn
like a battle scarf
the favor of saint Angelus...
Stars adorned Her cheeks
their dust falling
from Her sleeves
while the moon held high
upon Her face
perfect space in between
The twinkling of Her eyes
Clair vision tip-toeing
She took to Her knife
Begins the bleeding
Dark trickles beading
to parchment
lacing the page
woven deepened tapestry
Her life and to days
stained by the earth
revolving wrong ways
Penning the shards
erasing the space
reminding Her once
Whence came the light
Then spark led to dark
holding future memory
shoving the dagger
further and deeper
bleeding profusely
found Herself writing
to a brand new day
So to the light
now shining in
Carried Her off
where magic begins
Living...
In ever endless
fantasy
Published 7th Jun 2013
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Anonymous
- Edited 7th Jun 2013 2:41am
7th Jun 2013 2:39am
the cycle of writing-so well put forth-lovely work, dear soula :-)
7th Jun 2013 2:48am
Anonymous
7th Jun 2013 2:42am
:-)))
7th Jun 2013 2:48am
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7th Jun 2013 3:07am
Anonymous
7th Jun 2013 3:12am
Excellent poem...loved your grand use of metaphors soul....strider
7th Jun 2013 3:18am
Anonymous
7th Jun 2013 3:51am
Loving this. It does take you away from the everyday...
7th Jun 2013 4:45am
7th Jun 2013 4:07am
Terrific images, Soulman. My first tattoo was a quill in a heart so your work really hits home. Your words are bleeding beautifully on this page. Very nice!
7th Jun 2013 4:46am
7th Jun 2013 5:38am
A beautiful write, imagery breathlessly rendered. Good read Soul.where magic begins Living..indeed.
7th Jun 2013 6:53am
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7th Jun 2013 2:08pm
Anonymous
7th Jun 2013 9:26am
This poem contains many layers of the worlds, seen and unseen....I couldnt help having the thought of a ritual suicide like some cultures have it....
Or some kind of trance, soul journey
Im just rambeling, great write, Soul
Or some kind of trance, soul journey
Im just rambeling, great write, Soul
7th Jun 2013 2:09pm
Indeed layers Dear Queen, Thank You so much..Neat thoughts those angles-humbled!!!
7th Jun 2013 1:36pm
7th Jun 2013 2:11pm
You are so kind Dear Red:)
My head has balooned now such a high compliment-humbled and grateful!!!
My head has balooned now such a high compliment-humbled and grateful!!!
7th Jun 2013 5:47pm
Nicely crafted lovely, cryptic poem Soul...got my head spinning, trying to decipher as it's filled with mixed emotions and so many layers of thoughts coherently woven into one!
7th Jun 2013 6:41pm
7th Jun 2013 5:51pm
Then spark led to dark
holding future memory
shoving the dagger
further and deeper
bleeding profusely
found Herself writing
to a brand new day
Clever poem, I love the dependence on writing
she is shown to have, skillful, it had me reading
over and over :)
holding future memory
shoving the dagger
further and deeper
bleeding profusely
found Herself writing
to a brand new day
Clever poem, I love the dependence on writing
she is shown to have, skillful, it had me reading
over and over :)
7th Jun 2013 6:46pm
Thank You so much Dear Scribbler :)
Hopefully it conveyed moving towards light through expelling dark ...
Always appreciate Your deep thinking
Hopefully it conveyed moving towards light through expelling dark ...
Always appreciate Your deep thinking
8th Jun 2013 11:37am
Amazing poetry. I love the theme. And the way you worded it was... incredible.
8th Jun 2013 9:03pm
Anonymous
8th Jun 2013 4:26pm
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