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Poetic Madness
Games of make-believe wrought and woven by my words,
capture, enrapture mixing fact and fiction till the edges blur.
The distinction of where fantasy begins and reality ends,
a definition of such, few can comprehend.
I become the characters I lovingly create,
fabricating dreams and romanticizing the mundane.
Breathing life into my ideals until they form and take shape,
becoming real if only in my imagined dream of the day.
Beautiful creature of darkness, which inspires my words,
you voraciously consume my written works,
living every syllable and every verb;
in the aftermath just a void remains,
a vacuum that must be filled and refilled,
with a poet’s mad creativity, with word and quill.
There are no false erudite or sapience thoughts,
only artistic compositions or melodious prose;
humble duplets and quartets dance across the page,
firing the imagination with the words at play.
Gypsy red
Jan.2012
capture, enrapture mixing fact and fiction till the edges blur.
The distinction of where fantasy begins and reality ends,
a definition of such, few can comprehend.
I become the characters I lovingly create,
fabricating dreams and romanticizing the mundane.
Breathing life into my ideals until they form and take shape,
becoming real if only in my imagined dream of the day.
Beautiful creature of darkness, which inspires my words,
you voraciously consume my written works,
living every syllable and every verb;
in the aftermath just a void remains,
a vacuum that must be filled and refilled,
with a poet’s mad creativity, with word and quill.
There are no false erudite or sapience thoughts,
only artistic compositions or melodious prose;
humble duplets and quartets dance across the page,
firing the imagination with the words at play.
Gypsy red
Jan.2012
Published 5th Jan 2012
| Edited 6th Jan 2012
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Anonymous
5th Jan 2012 5:00pm
I am in awe of thy quill and ink, madame. Dare I say this is a picturesque write of vivid proportions. I thank you!
5th Jan 2012 5:17pm
Eloquent bard and brethren thank you for thy generous comment.lol
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
5th Jan 2012 11:01pm
Whoever writes poetry the way you describe must be truly a genius. I don't think the "average" mind would be capable of such fertile and exquisite imagination. Excellent poem!
6th Jan 2012 00:37am
I would never dare call myself a genius but I do write like that, my editor tells me my imagination is a wicked perpetually pregnant thing! lol
Thanks for the great comment.
Gypsy red
Thanks for the great comment.
Gypsy red
5th Jan 2012 11:12pm
We truly are the dreamers of dreams. We can have any world we want, and choose who we want in it. Fantasy or reality I feel we can make that line. I agree with All of above. Great write
6th Jan 2012 00:40am
Thank you sooo much for your generosity. I think as poets and writers it is a prerequisite that we be dreamers first, plus a little insane.lol
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
Anonymous
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6th Jan 2012 7:50am
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6th Jan 2012 2:53pm
Hey pretty girl, glad you could take the time to read my piece and comment, thank you very much happy you enjoyed it.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
