Regardless of whom is...

 

 

Regardless of whom is…

 

 

Aching…my pen moves, lines hold in place

words found wandering about my heart

Ink dries with tear drop accuracy…streaked

forming in versed collections of envisioned truth

 

From the gallery they call…teeth bared

ready to rip the pain from any pore,

handing down punishment…sentences

that do not fit the stanza

 

Still I write…poetry,

combing thoughts of fine woven moments

presented in decorative motifs

with strawberry jam and blue button accents

 

Dangling in the midst of green tailed hate,

baiting the wide mouths of insistence steadily

challenging belief and validity

with a tarnished tea spoon IQ

 

Fingers tremble behind rolled down sleeves,

three-quarter dreams fall head first into

basement personalities dancing in

ugly nightmare robes…sneering

 

Yet I scribble affectionately, pristine fonts of flowery flow,

enchanted lines of wisteria wrapped creations

Weaving along vine covered fences  

even as eyes peer through morning glory gates

 

I know this fear…you feel it too…the watching,

from every corner, tiny blocks stacked of horrific masks,

eyes floating in mud garden baths

dripping blood the color of…well, blood

 

But I must write, hoping you see, praying you read,

sending these phrases on braided thread,

spun of love, stitched of affection…patterned desire

regardless of whom is…

 

 

Author's Note

Thanks for reading

Reviews

[Shirlena]

How can you help not read when the writing is so darned addictive, practically demands you pay attention at it's skillful presentation. It's ability to entrance and captivate. You can't do anything else but bend to it's will, become imprisoned.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. I suppose it does grab us and lure us in...but where does it take us?

[Shirlena]

All kinds of place...the sky if we won it babeh :).

[icelandicblue]

This is the multifaceted piece of writing. It feels almost like an open letter. I think many of us can relate to the myriad of emotions you pen in this beautifully braided piece of poetry.

[Jack...]

Anne, it just kind of wrote itself...not really sure where it came from. Thanks so much for your kind words today.

[Sami Khalil]

Watching her from afar, watching the flames become embers, challenging beliefs and validities of horrid masks, you roll down your sleeves and pen for her your thoughts and desires keeping in mind those verses are for whom is...A wonderful write...:)............

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. I am thrilled you enjoyed this.

[Sami Khalil]

I did. You are welcome...:).............