Several
soft spoken
strokes grazing against
the cool
contented
crest
winsomely
woven with
withering white.
Nurturing a
newborn
ambition
for light.
That boldly
begins burning
out it’s passionate
pale plume
of a plea .
Which is
always seen
reaching out
towards an
reluctant
royal reverie .
Whom is
too afraid to
walk amongst reality .
Jul 07, 2022
Soft spoken strokes
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Granted when I was writing the or now my head feels like mine shaft slowly caving inward so the poem might be jumbled. If so I’m sorry and send my deepest apology.
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Took me a few
But it kinda gallops along. Not quite uniform but it’s rhythmically suggestive.
It’s pretty surreal in the subject matter and that’s really cool. There’s a lot of layers to consider. I’m gonna come back and take another stroll.
Nice imagery,
Tim
Thank you friend my inspiration
https://youtu.be/aazC01IAJ_Q
It’s kind of hard to think sense I’m writing with an overdraining shunt which causes me headaches sometimes feels like my heads getting wider sometimes it feels like it’s caving inward.
But my point is that when your painting your trying to sew all your feelings, thoughts hopes and dreams into your work so for at least a short while you can look and see that dream that never has met reality.
hello,
I really like these lines of alliteration:
winsomely
woven with
withering white.
paints a picture in the mind!
*respect, Cat
Was
Thinking the exact same thing. Grabbed me immediately.