Venus Wept White Roses~

Maiden in her blush

on knees in blossoms crushed

her cheek against a frame

embossed with silver rain

 

A hero dressed in white

ribbed tight the epic kite

he tossed it with a wish

a welling love through the abyss

 

Her auburn hair a veil

she pushed her palm against the gale

fell crossed and through and sideways

a girl reposed in bride days

 

He unbuckled every clasp

and idea in his grasp

he took the bullet from her palm

gave it meaning, fetish charmed

 

And the vase with water deep through body

pushed the blossoms through their folly

as he lay in splatters of white rose

Venus weeping him through prose

 

And epic is as epic does

a goddess through the world amok

ripping blossoms off a bloom

curled around her empty womb

asking

love me

love me not

laughter

maddening

silver shot

white roses pressed against her eyes

god blood painted down her thighs

an arch

a bow

a hunter’s rush

a tapestry unwound, restrung

let’s make it bleed

let’s make it scream

let’s rewrite every epic scene

until every rose has found her song

and the hero relearns right and wrong

a curtsy

bow

bouquet dispersed

Venus pours it in reverse

 

 

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Reviews

[alan peter kelly]

your versatlity....rhyming couplets...a perfect parade...dressed in all its creator's best finery...strong symbolism here...i have a clear idea...but wont discuss it dear...for all parts fit the (w)hole and veils reveal more mystery once they drop away...i pick them up...and put them in a heart shaped box as keepsakes...

[Kesha]

So beautifully written so delicately read! :)

[JelliFyshKissUs]

A feeling of a pure, goddess-like woman being robed of her virtuous innocence by the trickery of a dashing but callous god is what picture is painted in my mind. Painted with beautiful words to help me swallow the horrific scene more easily. How I cry for all Venuses--robbed of such innocence. Their white roses forever stained by the bile of selfish, heartless individuals. But there is still hope for these Venuses. True gods and goddesses outside their walls, clawing at the bricks to reach them and root out this deeply entrenched memories with love. Superb and touching, as always, my lovely Selene.

[Jonathan De Elvira]

this one was very beautiful, I don't know what to say exactly about this one...

I mean, wow, it's so epic, so dramatic, so mesmerizing so...Okay, I'm done...

[Crinkle°]

your poems are always a lyrical travel. It's a journey.

[Arya_the_elven_lady]

I found it confusing, but beautiful and lyrical nonetheless!

[Maurice]

Incredible. You have done it again with your mastery of words.

[J]

"And epic is as epic does
a goddess through the world amok
ripping blossoms off a bloom
curled around her empty womb"

God~this poem is just magnificent--Gorgeous!!!
~it so full of emotion--really Beautiful!!!

~james~

[luciddreamer]

Once again a beautiful write...
Peace
Robin

[FireWoman]

You are Venus =) Women aspire to become goddesses, after attaining it, they find men are still men and we still love & hate them.

The gods have a wicked sense of humor and we need to be on the teetering edge of enlightenment ie-sanity to appreciate it fully. This, for me brings flashes of hopeful youth, undying spirit and triumph over tragedy, back to hope again. A full circle of love.

[Matthews Reggie]

creative, beautiful, it was long but no worries as i was completely drawn into these lines... i liked the ending...