21/6/13 To fall with wings of freedom is to succeed; it is that bird whom flies with stained feathers that meets failure
Painting flowers in the sky
Leaves but one ashen cloud
To fall discreetly;
To needlessly meet me
With a charcoal breeze of summers past,
By antique eyes whom too were paused
By bitter snakes.
Autonomous spines are tickled with the grip of paltry enclosures,
And dance to the door marked 'anywhere',
No care
Nor change in bold complexion to the hopeless
Who presupposed our plunder
Under bloody ice.
I dream of strides that print a blinded road
And blossom,
Into letters in books carved with comely thoughts,
Resting as petals,
On a concrete stairwell
Forever.
Farewell fragility,
The emptiness that crippled me,
Now desolate
As paternal poise and absolute protection.
Bright leaps are in marooned manacles,
Our falls are gracious
When flying with envisioned feathers.
i really enjoyed the dark, fantastical wonderland feeling you have going on here! i particularly enjoyed these lines:
"I dream of strides that print a blinded road
And blossom,
Into letters in books carved with comely thoughts,
Resting as petals,
On a concrete stairwell
Forever. "
words resting as petals on a stairwell is such a beautiful image that almost reminds me of the way we document and publish poetry to rest on the concrete stairwell of the earth forever. you've definitely painted flowers with this work and as a sucker for alliteration, i commend you on your work with that, too! lovely.
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Thank you so much for you great interpretation of this, we all want to paint colourful words onto th.. read moreThank you so much for you great interpretation of this, we all want to paint colourful words onto the worlds dreary surfaces, and as writers, making its unnoticed small details beautiful is desirable. I too am such a sucker for alliteration!! Thanks again Dana :)
You brought us to a surrealistic place filled with dark yet colorful images. Our dreams help us fly....and erase the darkness of reality. Beautifully written. Lydi**
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Thank you Lydia, I love surrealism, I think beauty is in the imagination. Glad you enjoyed this frie.. read moreThank you Lydia, I love surrealism, I think beauty is in the imagination. Glad you enjoyed this friend
Many views, many insights - thoughts shaped to the minds' eyes. Pretty the greys, sharpen and edge the darknesses ... position rainbows in the tear-full terrariums.
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Your review itself was a poem, thank you Chris
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Then I'll call it -
"Willow..."
Many views
many ...insights.
<.. read moreThen I'll call it -
"Willow..."
Many views
many ...insights.
Thoughts -
shaped to the minds'eyes.
Pretty the greys,
sharpen and edge the darknesses
...position rainbows in
the tear-full ...terrariums.
Of the three I read of yours...they are all fascinating in word usage...I can just move from one verse to the next...I will have to come back for more...well versed...
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Thanks again Glen, inbox me any specific poems you'd like me to read as my inbox is swarming!
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No need...when you feel like coming to read and have time...that's when I want you to come...I can w.. read moreNo need...when you feel like coming to read and have time...that's when I want you to come...I can wait in line like everyone else...my verses have been here for years...no problem...This is a new profile...I was here back when...and moved to EditRed...and came back after they closed the site...u r welcome...
To me this speaks volumes of the sacrifices that must be made to keep freedom intact.
Excellent work.
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It is always worth the sacrifice, in my eyes, to have the liberation we need to be at one with ourse.. read moreIt is always worth the sacrifice, in my eyes, to have the liberation we need to be at one with ourselves. Thanks for stopping by!
i really enjoyed the dark, fantastical wonderland feeling you have going on here! i particularly enjoyed these lines:
"I dream of strides that print a blinded road
And blossom,
Into letters in books carved with comely thoughts,
Resting as petals,
On a concrete stairwell
Forever. "
words resting as petals on a stairwell is such a beautiful image that almost reminds me of the way we document and publish poetry to rest on the concrete stairwell of the earth forever. you've definitely painted flowers with this work and as a sucker for alliteration, i commend you on your work with that, too! lovely.
Posted 11 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
11 Years Ago
Thank you so much for you great interpretation of this, we all want to paint colourful words onto th.. read moreThank you so much for you great interpretation of this, we all want to paint colourful words onto the worlds dreary surfaces, and as writers, making its unnoticed small details beautiful is desirable. I too am such a sucker for alliteration!! Thanks again Dana :)
you're welcome, miss. Check out my work as well if you like, but just a warning, the "adult" ones ar.. read moreyou're welcome, miss. Check out my work as well if you like, but just a warning, the "adult" ones are dirty ;)
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Well send me requests to the poems you'd like me to read and I will do my best to getting round to r.. read moreWell send me requests to the poems you'd like me to read and I will do my best to getting round to reading them :)
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'Let me sometimes dance
With you,
Or climb,
Or stand perchance
In ecstasy,
Fixed and free
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