
You flaunt no cloak nor veil
But rather embrace your beautiful darkness—
Twirling it like diaphanous silk,
With an angel’s aching heart
And a poet’s silver tongue.
You, with the enigmatic beauty of the black jade,
Repelling the venom of the saw-scaled viper, and
Fighting the bondage that holds you in unendurable anguish—
Breaking the chains.
Your profound honesty guides.
Your tranquil wisdom heals.
And your torment is as seductive as your kindness.
For through every battle,
Amazingly so,
You’ve treasured all the treasurable things with undying passion
And awe.
And me,
Weighing your words,
Enticed by your voice.
I adore you.
Sculpture, Moon, Trees Feature Photo Image by Dorothe from Pixabay
Wet Leaves After the Rain Image by Wyxina Tresse from Pixabay
This is great stuff! Way to go.
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Thank you!
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I continue to sense there’s a story within a story in this poem. Maybe it should “blossom” into a short piece of fiction?
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Aw, thanks. Well, the muse who inspired this one is someone I’ve never met. I was just inspired by some of the interactions we had. I was intrigued and inspired, that’s all. 🙂
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Well, that’s where the imagination comes in….short story?
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🙂
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lovely
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Thank you so much!
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