Life continues to unfold as she discovers herself with each alluring indigo sunset and seductive dawn, blushing sometimes...
In modesty she unravels kindness and gentility that chaos dare not destroy...
For her strength reigns...
'If I were another persona, who would become me?' --a passionate red rose coveted with prickly thorns of yesterday... She welcomes them...
Unafraid...
She is violet...blue...pink...aquamarine...peridot...
Iridescent,
especially on Sunday...
She is Venus and Aphrodite, the epitome of love and beauty although some walk away from her depth and light with distorted wire rim glasses and ill-fated perceptions...
Now, she sighs a happy sigh, bidding auf wiedersehen as the Heavens reach down and kiss her subtle pink lips with gratitude...making their offer...
She sips java in a room adorned with heroic crystal chandeliers and silken white drapes and linens where she and her new lover share chocolate truffles and plump strawberries with cream, yet she knows if he should banish into the foggy London night during midsummer...
"She is Venus and Aphrodite, the epitome of love and beauty although some have walked away from her depth and light with distorted wire rim glasses and ill-fated perceptions..."
My favorite bit :)
You've really succeeded in creating a character here, a mystical and romantic character that plays with the reader senses.
Well done :)
x
That is the strength of those that know life is for living not dying. A beautiful piece and glad to see you again. I give this two hooves up. Well done. ;)
She is Venus and Aphrodite, the epitome of love and beauty although some have walked away from her depth and light with distorted wire rim glasses and ill-fated perceptions...
Lovely haunting prose here...I love this sweetheart. You do such a great job of building a poem from the ground up...Stunning.
so much depth within this poem Appolonia...even with love embraced and knowing it could all dissapear within a moment one can be content that all is as it should be...and even after... we fly within the skies...
This is a silk plait of sadness yet tied with a strong ribbon of patience. Such love, such wonderful use of colour-full phrases, memories, wonderment in finding self .. there are layers of emotion in every line ..
so good to see you writing again. missed your writing.. This flowed with a beautiful sensual tone..so soft. The beginning drew me in and was captivated throughout...much enjoyed...