Blue beams and shattered dreams and fonts of trailing water streams.
Single steps, imagined depths, left alone with patterned reps.
Dizzied drops, cushioned flops, between the never ending stops.
Peace of mind as thoughts unwind, seek, they say, and you will find.
Present tense, raging sense at bashful maids and grunting gents.
Parts we see flying free above the open bleeding sea.
Know this life through eyes of strife, vision likened to a knife.
Piercing glare, sharpened stare, in ballroom dresses to be fair.
Candlelight, no pink in sight, all is lost to black and white.
Impulse drives as pulses rise, without fear a stranger tries.
Dazzling dance as in a trance, welcomed tails and tailored pants.
Gliding pairs with parceled cares sell their hopes in tidy shares.
Set in stain, not cleansed by rain, clocks ring out in chimes of pain.
Yellow sun, people run, the infestation has begun.
Copyright © 2008 The Fourteener
August 07, 2008
Purification Party
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2 comments:
I truly like your style. I have only been here a short time, but I knew you sent me an advert right away. Thank you for your kind consideration. And my one light suggestion...please post more. You write really well. love, Kimmy
Thank you for the encouraging suggestion. I write and post as time permits, which will vary from day to day and month to month. Being a wife and mother makes for an unpredictable and demanding schedule. I do expect the winter months will allow for more writing time.
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