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Image for the poem poetry is always in the details.. .          

poetry is always in the details.. .          

   
sometimes, she dances outside        
of her skin as if she knows she carries        
the plasma of illusion ..such (beauty)        
remains ungrammatical, and        
unstructured                
       
she oft sits and have a cup of tea with        
me.-a magnolia of sighs bloom within        
 -im in awe as i listen as if an exchange        
for knowledge, it is what brings us  to        
a degree of peaceful terms of painful        
possibilities        
       
i converse with those unseen in the        
aether asking that she lives out a        
fulfilling wondrous journey and that        
she gets to experience her first        
heartbreak for we will dress in our tribal        
embodiment ... even love ever        
unconditional        
                    
though, she;s hyperly stimulated with        
coloured values, her aura field is filled        
by an wholesome conservation of        
energy which glows like  ten-thousand        
fireflies,        
       
a tone of butterflies        
       
much like 'my heart in her presence        
       
-- but my tears are no more and no less        
than fineprint, captured in the hands of        
silence   when night falls,        
       
if only i could inhabit her earth body so        
she doesn't feel a thing .        
if only i could make it all go away,        
if only i could take all the long agonising        
experimental IV infusions into my own  
veins .....for her… i would ..  
only the Gods know i would    
every failed remission  i would siphon  
from  her to conjure inside myself                
 
but she is so much stronger than her        
mother, and this i shall never let be        
known.. unless im first and she reads this        
after,        
       
so may it be
   
   
   
   
   
 
HowlingWhelms
Written by HowlingWhelms (Noire)
Published
Author's Note
For my Daughter..


For my Daughter..



Inspired by Alistair Plint's poem "SLE" which
is one of the very few poems here on DU that I have been
actually able to relate to.
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