A bloom in monochrome

Tis a long story...

A BLOOM IN MONOCHROME

Meet me again like we met for the first time ,

lost right between the gracious hill of arts.

And run into me introducing the glorious sparks under summer shine,

once again, let me taste the music played by the strings in our hearts.

And this time I wish u read everything out,

before anything that happened takes part in our cloud.

The voices in my head echo your chantings out loud,

and I'm guilty for the way I lied everything I'm about.

And I'm hanging like a streak in the waterfalls,

who doesn't have the count for begging pardons.

Defects are in your eyes that captured my breath in walls,

I guess I was innocent enough to never know I'd be forever trapped in your alluring gardens.

Remember when our train moved to never look back,

that was the time I realized that my stop has been left behind.

And to save your way, I had to gave up mine,

furthermore, I left an incomplete story like an open wound to heal with time.

My vane had turned down to your road,

and my loupes had slinked into your priceless novels.

So to keep my passage the way you wrote,

I had to disappear from wherever your soul ravels.

My blossoms were blooming every day,

and so was the fear, the trepidation, the distress and the crave.

No other gate could be opened by the key I had,

before I couldn't run, I sensed water coming down my caves. 

The past reminiscences tattooed over me, 

I promise daisies and wreaths on your graves and glooms.

And when at your event everybody leaves, 

I'll still be the masquerader stood in the empty ballroom. 

Maybe, taking the fabric off of a green willow is easy for a magician,

stated by my sufferings, its like taking the cape off of me with no further vision.

And, these plants couldn't risk to go inside the house for forever,

there were plans falling off like dominoes and no hands with endeavor.

Inside the broken orbuculums I made,

many congressions were adjourned with no given time.

lies were in its pieces, but were truths inside you,

darkness was its pride, now it has been engraved inside you.

Now those frazzled yet disquieted eyes can look at the other side of the pond,

and so, inside the curtains of my dollhouse for you to be unnerved until end.

There won't be any fireflies and jungles, but opulent horses and castles,

there won't be any jonquil chaplets or unpretentious stones, but gleaming crowns and diamonds.

I left it, thinking your speculations might not be worse than the reality,

but now, in my secure dome, found would be the unembellished truths.

And the reasons that made me surrender my fate and entity,

in the bible of my royal culture, printed is a rule that may wreck you.

Through your misery, I am conferred to that funny melancholic chapter,

for what I saw your hands shaking into the glimmerous darkness.

My dishonesty can't risk to see your face at any time but somehow,

my fragile covers hope that maybe someday your name will glide through the pages of my book again.

Thought I was on a trip to an amusement park,

but all I found here is lonely silence at the top of the Ferris wheels.

Right in the middle of dark grey clouds seeming to start raining stark,

My eyes looked for colors around but all I saw were lucid dreams.

Now, I cant weep cold breeze anymore,

because the only warmth I get is from this fireplace and that would go.

So by the warm dim light, I write letters to who I owe,

then unsailed keep it under my wet pillow.

 

Near the bay window where the fog lays,

also lays the shawl drenched with glows after clearing the glistening dew. 

Across that, visible is a golden dust that I can't touch it through,

maybe my candles were beyond lighted that you knew those tracks were for you.

And to the ones who now may imagine us in monochromatic colors,

there might be some question marks and phrases in eager to be used.

About someone who is a golden dust that belongs to my pocket,

and who's eyes can be read just through the dictionary in my locket.

I found u through something I almost sinked in,

through the reflections, the lights, the echoes, the tears.

We are not same, I am here and I left you there,

you can be someone you want and I'll have your dreams to escape the haunts.

The time you became the outgrowth over all my dispatched presents,

the knives in my fears had to cut you off.

So I finally came out to the sky knowing the thunder won't strike my fragments,

but still everyday the air pinched me soft.

Now I am getting shattered, scattered like autumn leaves,

waiting to be disposed with time.

Also begging for help to take the worn out silence from inside me,

let it go to bloom in some beauty after everything it has ever seen.

~THE END~

Author's Note

So this is a poem really really close to my heart. I was nervous if I should post it or shouldn't, because it's kinda really long and a bit personal even if it has nothing to do with what's going on in my life and is all about some characters i created in my head. And I've worked on this poem for a long time and if you read it, please give time to every single line and stanza because the way I've written it, everything has a different meaning and every line has a different story. And I am not sure if I've written it the way it that good that it is understood what i meant to say. So you all can ask me questions about it if you have any, regarding the storyline or story behind the line, and I'll be more than happy to answer them!! Thank you!!

Reviews

[Writergurl]

"Now, I cant weep cold breeze anymore,
because the only warmth I get is from this fireplace and that would go.
So by the warm dim light, I write letters to who I owe,
then unsailed keep it under my wet pillow."

WOW!!! This stanza hit me hard, I know this kind of feeling all too well.
I do like your write, it's personal and that is hard to review when a lot of
feelings are attached. I get that. Sometimes I write to let go of things I am
feeling.

You express yourself well. I love the quality of your write, nicely written
and very well expressed.

[grace]

Thankyou so much for reading my poem, dear Brandie! Yes, a lot of my feelings are attached to it, and it's really close to my heart. I'm glad you liked it.

[Writergurl]

well, you did an amazing job on this.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Grace... "someone who is a golden dust that belongs in your pocket, and who's eyes can be read just through the dictionary in your locket" seems very romantic. Certain people can be a treasure that smoothes the journey we must take. Lovely thoughts to ponder. gently, Pat

[grace]

Hey Pat! Yeah, thats right haha. Thank you so much for liking my work :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest ✍️ Author Grace… you have my endorsement… the thrill of being on a Ferris Wheel is the Perfect Ending. The feelings are Universal in meaning and could be Serendipity and a beginning. tenderly, Pat

[grace]

Dear Patricia, I am elated to have your wonderful review under my poem. As i said before, this poem is really special to me and i'll really be thankful to you for reading it. It means a lot!

[JessyJacob]

Hi Patricia, and my dear Madam Chris, I feel mother in law is best friend and also best enemy as son/husband adores her and I am low feel to see the beauty of her! So I beg your pardon, could you believe me and add me again without blocking me in this WC.

[grace]

Haha.. The guy who unfriended me saying that i dont know how to write is begging the best people here to unblock him under my comments of the same poem he didn't even bother to read before criticizing. Nice.

[JessyJacob]

Because you are writing sad poems. Ok fine I will unblock you will she then??? Please do.

[grace]

It's ok this way. Because i'll still keep on writing sad poems. I don't wanna be friends with someone with a different purpose anyway. Still thanks for the request.

[JessyJacob]

Why don’t you add opposite perspectives people in your group, as if I am a bad person.

[grace]

I am not at all saying you are a bad person. You told me about your state of mind and all i'm saying that it's fine this way because i do write really sad things and it will make u feel bad.

[grace]

i still added you though, and you're free to unfriend me whenever you want to. It's ok.

[JessyJacob]

You will regret later like me just listen!

[grace]

what will i regret?

[JessyJacob]

A life ? 😃❤️.

[JessyJacob]

Thank you you made my life. ❤️😃.

[grace]

lol i'm not understanding what you're trying to say

[JessyJacob]

A space you have given. Advanced 🥳 2024!!

[shadrach hah]

Hi Grace, this is such an outstanding piece of poetic grace, your wonderful wording does paint the strongest images within the mind. I could have read on if there was more to read. You held my attention from beginning to end. This is a most imaginative write. Your heart has truly sung. Have a wonderful Sunday. Hugs always....Mike.

[grace]

Your words for my poem is the most beautiful thing i've read today! Thank you so much for reading it dear Mike! It means a lot, it really does! :)

[grace]

and yeah, i loved how you said "outstanding piece of poetic grace" thats something! haha

[shadrach hah]

You are welcome, Grace, I really enjoyed this piece. Have a wonderful Sunday. Hugs always....Mike.

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Grace. You write with a veteran hand. You create visions and places for the reader to see and understand. I love the story written. You held my attention till the last words. Thank you dear poet for sharing the outstanding work.
Coyote

[grace]

OH Thank you so much dear Coyote for your excellent reviews!! I feel wonderful about the way you always appreciate my work and I am grateful for that!! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I do enjoy your work and you are welcome dear Grace.

[poetgurl]

This is a wonderful write, enjoyed

[grace]

Thank you so much for reading it! :)

[ghost]

so so beautiful as always

[grace]

Thank you so so much! Luv ya!

[emmajoy]

'And to the ones who now may imagine us in monochromatic colors,
there might be some question marks and phrases in eager to be used.
About someone who is a golden dust that belongs to my pocket,
and who's eyes can be read just through the dictionary in my locket.'

Yes, such a long poem to read, not once but twice yet, well worth every second. Must congratulate you for the emotions and skills you have used, obviously very carefully. A little too dramatic at times but perhaps how deeply you felt when creeating them. Your meter is more or less perfect, your vocabulary extraordinary! Never apologise for writing how you feel: how you express yourself here proves you have an amazing imagination, plus. the ability to use and share it.

By the way, your two pictures are interesting: the young woman appears to be a private being, still, waiting -. pensive. The Ferris wheel however is there to be seen.. moving, loud, declaring presence!

[grace]

I can't thank you enough for reading this poem and your kind reviews are one of the most generous things and i am deeply contented that you liked it and thanks for appreciating the pictures too! Have a great day!!

[emmajoy]

My pleasure, will visit again and willingly review.
Meantime. take care and please, keep safe. :)

[grace]

Thank you! you too stay safe!

[Wanderer]

This is so beautiful. I am just in love with the last stanza. Please keep on writing and sharing

[grace]

Thank you a million times for reading this poem! It is a big deal for me bcz as i told its really close to my heart!

[Einstein Noodle]

yes ... it is long! ;) packed full of metaphor and language that belies your tender years Grace ... are you still 15 or have you had another birthday? :) your heroine is in love .. gives it her all but is not quite honest about it .. perhaps unsure of her hearts desire liking who she really is ... a suffering that can afflict anyone ... some their whole lives through :( she gives up her own "ways" and words to please him ... tragic says i! lots of imaging and metaphors .. strong consistent theme .. it is a bit long .. i like the creative use of the language .. i.e. "lost right between the gracious hill of arts. syntax is a little sketchy here and there .. like "Now, I cant weep cold breeze anymore," (perhaps you meant it that way) in V5 L2 i'm pretty sure you mean loops instead of loupes (a dental device) but it's another line i really like " and my loupes had slinked into your priceless novels." very creative and original expression says i! nice work .. i can tell all the effort you must have put into it to get it just so. thank you for sharing young lady ... keep writing .. don't ever get lost in someone else's way of being :)))))))))))))))))))))))))
E.

[grace]

A heartfelt thanks to you for reading it, i was really scared about it cz its loonngg and your efforts and kind reviews mean A LOT to me i swear! because you may be the first one to read and review this and i just can't thank you enough because this poem right there is really really close to my heart! And yeah, I'm still 15, haha. You've understood the poem really beautifully, yeah sorry for that 'loupe' error. Thank you so much again, and for motivating me to write more! I promise i will!

[grace]

And yeah, i wish i could send you some bouquet of flowers to express how grateful i am. Thanks again!!

[Einstein Noodle]

awww your a sweetheart ... just be well and stay well, happy and writing ;)

[grace]

Thank you so much for saying that! :)