Raspberries

Raspberries

A Poem by Unsungman
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I wrote this poem to swap reality for metaphors and metaphors for reality. At some point I conceded myself to the flow.

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i wonder who you are? 
For you come from different directions                                                              Cathedrals of hills make your thighs                                                                       frozen cherry makes your slit

Behind the lies of sky 
I find the lilacs for your cheeks

I am moored to your eyes 
like a hyacnith to the pond 
I see you on fields and snow 
At twilight you grow old

You smile among the raspberries 
Hiding my thoughts 
Your talons clasping me 
as i suckle your blood

You leap from the lines 
and stare at my being 
My words try to clothe you 
but you wriggle and jump 
door to door 
Sometimes I get a glimpse 
Often the doors are closed.

© 2014 Unsungman


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And i'm in awe. To be honest, i just a blur of images which were hard to desipher because of the strong vocabulary. But non-the less, i enjoyed every line of it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ladies and gentlemen... the metaphor king has arrived.

I find it interesting that even after switching reality to metaphors, didn't change the fact that reality was in control. It left me yearning for the door to open once more.

Good write Unsungman

Posted 10 Years Ago


Unsungman

10 Years Ago

Thank you. I got a real boost. I will be writing more.
Love this one Unsungman. Please keep writing for more. You have such deep vocabulary yet you're able to harmonize it with such ease and flow.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Unsungman

10 Years Ago

thank you very much. I will be adding more of my poetry. And also reading your works.

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Added on September 16, 2014
Last Updated on September 16, 2014
Tags: Love, Poems, Nature, Hope

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Unsungman
Unsungman

Gwarko, Imadol, Nepal



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I am bad at talking about myself. Form the first sentence, you see!! I love reading books. When i am free, i write poems and quotes. more..

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