Kismet/Dreams    (micro)

"Kismet

Synchronicity of solitude
spawned shadows
beneath winter’s moon
virginal snow
frosty crossroads;

a heart split into two."

this ...it took me a few reads and bit of strecthing my stubbirnly elastic brain to get... this is pristinely beautiful, had to read it slow(hard to do when adrenalin is somehow rushing) anyways back to the point... Kismet - Qismat in persian/Urdu/Hindi... destiny/fate etc have to say I am in awe how the title just encapsulates this wonderful piece....

Its a very interesting word indeed KD and as with any foreign word the actual depth of the meaning can never be translated fully.  
I grew up hearing that word being exposed to different nationalities in my background and mostly the way it was expressed as if its 'written' and nothing could be changed and i applied that when i constructed this poem.
i'm quite thrilled that you liked it and found it fascinating, thank you so much!

Thoughtful poem Vee.

Thank you very much Mr. Kexby, this turned out better than i expected.  
I am thinking over about the suggestions you've made, very interesting how certain changes make a dramatic effect.

And O how that quill can spin Eloquence!!!
Your usage of timbre flows Perfect to the emotive delivery!!!

A great morning read to this blustery cold!!!

you give me too much credit Mister Soul, if only...:)

I"m truly enjoying Queens comp, we both share much love and respect for her, a truly deserving and inspirational icon for us all.

Beautiful  .. I look forward to reading you always .. ox

Jeje, so kind of you to leave me such wonderful feedback, lately i'm enjoying these constricted forms and economy of words, its been challenging and fun.

Superb, crisp verbiage n imagery!
You wow me my sweetness :)

Now i'm blushing like a june bride lol  
Thank you PIKM for spoiling me with such decadent comment :)

Simply immaculate write Vee, I haven't ready anything this deep in quite a while.




~anonshadow😏

I've always looked deeper than the surface and sometimes that's worked against me, meaning that most don't get my work but then i've never written for an audience.
The true essence of poetry is showing an angle that has never seen before and with this write, hopefully i achieved that.
Thank you so much Anon for enjoying this :)

The Resurrection of joy encapsulated in the metaphor of virgin snow. Our destiny.
Beautiful, Vee.

Thank you very much Ahavati :)

Let it snow indeed. Been a bit since I've read you girl. That's my loss. A fan of your words as always Vee. Thank you.

TS..where have you been my friend, its been ages..and i've missed reading you as well but you just painted a smile on my face, dammit you still have that power over me :)