docmaverick
docmaverick
Jul 22, 2013

Whispers of a Darker Lovliness

Irony is her cursor
in a field with little yield,
as jungled laws prove their tenacity has merit.

Nonetheless, Fate, skillfully attributes Life
with a magically different set of circumstancess,
one that whispers of a darker loveliness.

And so, as with the heart of any Mother
she finds favor in the serendipitous manner,
that Life's winds highlights her exotic beauty.

For, in the grand scheme of things
she is proud of the way both irony, & chance fail
to illustrate anything but, the "awe" of the jungle!

About This Poem

Last Few Words: This was written for an excercise in a poetry workshop exploring descriptively abstract thinking. I was of course, writing about Africa. Probably should've sat this one "out", too; ...eh? doc.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates

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Comments

lonlyhrtsclub13

lonlyhrtsclub13

11 years 9 months ago

you clarified whom you were writing about. I got a different meaning before I read your exercpt. I saw a mother who was domesticated on the outside but on the inside was still a free spirit, despite being bound by her responsibilities and daily life, she still held a part of her former self inside...beautiful write...

docmaverick

...not to mention others, as well. l really didn't think things through, l reckon.
My bad;
doc.

Ian.T

Ian.T

11 years 9 months ago

I liked this piece, and having spent many times in Africa it was music to the mind..
My Mama and Papa are in the everything of the Jungle.
Today everything is spread more widely and you have to really look for Mama and Papa it is such a shame.
Yet when I was there and listened to the people of Africa the spirit was only waiting to be thought of again to regain its rightful place,
Yours Ian.T