Edward nigma
Edward nigma
Jul 30, 2020
This poem is part of the contest:

Enter and Exit As You Please

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The white walls

I sit and start to stare at my white painted wall as my mind is pondering up these thoughts  that starts to fall  .

Then like never before out came thoughts Through the door of my mind and splattered onto my walls.

I looked and tears of joy and happiness formed in my eyes.  To  my surprise my thoughts had painted a precious portrait of complete perfection they painted the pictures of my memories on my white walls. I sat and a smile sprouted on my face as I saw the marvelous memory for ‘‘twas The memory of you. For I looked at my wall and my Heart began to fall as it saw you an magnificent angle a blessing from god in your ravishing red dress and illustrious Silver slippers for I saw those Eyes swirling with the hypnotic color of purple. I laughed while happily remembering our love that was like a lovely little white dove.

But Then I cried as I went further into my years. For Twas the day I was drenched in tears for on that day I had to face my fear. of living in a world without you here. For I wish you were still near for why is life just so unclear? and leaving me to sail this everlasting sea of sorrow. Where drink the tea of time until I can no longer live for tomorrow. And finally sink into those precious arms and listen to that soft soothing voice of yours that my just heart aches thrives and searches for. Oh I want to see that gorgeous face that lights up the whole human race and that smile that shines so brightly across the cold night sky a marvelous sight to see for the angels that float right on by . Seeing two angles holding each other gently in their arms 

you and I.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: https://youtu.be/TeDfgUvyKHk My inspiration

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Virginia, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe homer Dante Alighieri Oscar Wilde

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Comments

Lavender

Hi, Edward,
So many vivid colors splashed here and there on the white canvas of your walls: ravishing red, silver slippers, purple hues. But your language is what always gets me: sea of sorrow, tea of time. You start with a fresh canvas in each of your poems, and figuratively splash on your beautiful words creating something not only read, but felt. Love your wonderful work.
Thank you!
L

Ray Whitaker

there is so much great imagery here

what about this?

Oh I want to see that gorgeous face
that lights up the whole human race

and that smile that shines so brightly
across the cold night sky
a marvelous sight to see for the angels that float right on by .

Seeing two angels holding each other gently in their arms
you and I.