tell me, do you ever think of her?
the first time, in red
rusted light grazing her shoulder blades to reign ruby
cheeks veneered sangria wine
rimmed with acetaldehyde
the apples already bitten into
the roses blooming, and you prick your finger
but how it doesn’t hurt, not at all
then the best time, in yellow
and it was dark but oh
how the golden hour folded into her locks
debussy could have written a symphony about this
leconte de lisle, an epic
her laughter, honeyed citrine
pirouetting like young sunflowers
or even the worst time, in blue
robin’s egg-shell eyes cracking, dry
but you could already see how
neptune would stamp down her cheeks
the forget-me-nots severed from your lapel
tossed into the marsh next to p. icarus’ powdered wing
low tide, sapphire smile washed empty
and then the last time, in grey
you wait for it all to fade to monochrome
beg for quits as the thunder climaxes
she lets you, and you leave
her behind, in a cloud that spits
droplets of lead, torrents of stone
you wonder how long she took to make it out from the smoke
maybe she never did
maybe she is still trying to find a colour that doesn’t bleed back to you
somewhere, on the other side of the rainbow
and i think somewhere, tonight
she is thinking of you too
I’ve been waiting for another if your poems… This really hit me in the feels. So nostalgic as always!
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Awww, thank you Emily! You’re too sweet ❤
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Beautiful & breathtaking
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Thank you so much! x
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The rainbow colours fading to grey, sad and a little haunting. A lovely piece 🙂
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Thank you David! Glad you liked it 🙂
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Ohhh — owie . . . that certainly resonates . . .
“you wonder how long she took to make it out from the smoke/maybe she never did/
maybe she is still trying to find a colour that doesn’t bleed back to you/
somewhere, on the other side of the rainbow”
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Oh, thank you for this Shannon! Glad you liked it 🙂
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Thanks a lot for your lovely share. Yes, sad but that means that the poem is surely written from your heart,
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Thanks! This means a lot x
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I like all the colors and what they mean or associate with.
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Aw, thank you! x
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Rainbow’s light fades in time. Sunshine, Sun shines and its fine…
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Yes, exactly 🙂
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Please don’t ever stop writing. I am really inspired. And thank you for visiting my blog.
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Oh, thank you! Hopefully I won’t ever stop!
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Gorgeous. No other words. I just loved this.
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Thank you David! x
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You’re an expert with words. Really poetic. Though I have to look up the dictionary for some of the words or phrases mentioned here. LOL 😁
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Hahaha really? Would love to know which ones!
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The imagery used in the poem is one of pulchritude. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Thank you x
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gorgeous poem, and when it ends, its as if you speak to your reader.
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Haha, a little bit – just what I was trying to get at! Thank you for this x
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Love this poem. And “Dorian Gray” and “Sheherazade.” Very fine, beautiful work. I am now following you.
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Thank you Cristina! I’m so glad to hear that 🙂
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Wow.
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Thank you 🙂
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This is incredible. I love the yellow portion. “honeyed citrine”. Beautiful
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Oh, thank you for this Juliana! x
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