Bleeding Quill
Beauty perched atop sheets of prisine parchment
accolades of sorrow, agony of tormented dreams
bleed profusely from her artistic quill. Evoked
recollections of splendiforus yesterdays. Sharp
images never bleached by ebon wings of passing
experience proceeding unrelentlessly through
the hour glass of time.
Days of shared laughter, bartered tears, idle
conversations, lonely sepia twilights, unrelenting
shadows of unthinkable happenstances yet to occur,
still color the mists of her early morning reveries.
Never forgotten days, bittersweet journey in hidden
gardens of the heart, where magnolias still bloom,
incapable of reproducing more communal days,
Faded some but still inducing soul tears on paper
Tears that show purple bruises to sensitivity, commit her to reveal how easily butterfly kisses of fate , unite mind and fingers in poetic watercolored paintings of her intriguing past
Where I find myself hanging on her every word..not ready
for it to end. Held captive by her used to be, the sharing of
her fragile soul.
When my lady writes!
By jollynoblefrog
© 2012 jollynoblefrog
(All rights reserved)
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