Conflicted Mistress of Complexity

Meet Ursula! Welcome :)

Emotions running

Wild

Raw

Ripping Through

My Soul

 

Like Blood

Spilled

On Snow

 

Now you see me

No you

Don't

 

You think you see me

But your eyes

Decieve

 

You only see

What you think

is me

 

More complex

than Picasso in his prime

 

Not even the great

Emily could conjure

this rhyme

 

Like rhythm to your soul

I flutter in the

wind

 

Uncaptured by your senses

 Unbridled

by     form

 

The being

that is me

 

So much more

Than meets

The eye

 

Never to be seen

But by her author

In the sky

 

In the heavens

above

 

Observing

the tatters below

 

I wonder...

does He

Even see me

anymore?

 

Twisted horrors

Surrounding plots

Of storminess

 

Too good 

none would have thought

This life of mine

was ever real

a line from your

favorite

storyteller

of whimsy

 

Embelished in its details

 

For the one who lived it

I assure you of this

The end of this story

Will come

With quite a twist

 

 

She was just a simple girl.

 

Ursula Kay Vos 

10/7/2011

 

 

 

Author's Note

Revised stanza format and a bit of sass, like it needed more :), on 12/8/2011

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

this one is freakin AWESOME girl! I love it. Speaks loudly in the language of the soul and is delightfully whimsical...the muses sigh when they read such as this

[Arthur Henn]

This reader enjoyed how you introduced yourself to all of us through this wonderful poem. Thank You! Collette Ann Woodruff

[Judas Hammer]

love the pace and rhyming, I enjoyed this piece.....

[Pratik]

The mistress is very mysterious I must say.. :) Superbly written :)