spiderwebs
Glimpsing cross the hall , a candid translucence
occupying an edge of reason , fraught with shaded aspect
across a weathering of seasons , she's a memory never fading
Warmth , a little whispering of light creeping nearby
then as anytime before the succulence of sustenance
no longer required only yearningly desired
disappears beyond a corner
a fleeting tantalisation of sensation
almost remembered
nearly forgotten
Deathly willed the darkness drifts by once more
mingled in a drapery of insistent ethers
coaxing with a blemishment of seeping tendrils
washing up to stir themselves peripheral , into the breadth of her seas
wanting more than a suggestions acquiescence
she belongs where existence extrudes reality
they whirl in wispy aspiration , corraled together by sobrietys intention
till slowly daylight draws down , their demanding invitation
back below the dust , hence once all
an abyss of nothingness
purgatorys forever more
She lights upon the silent porch
welcoming the pain of no longer knowing
speechless sufferance , slithering across her shoulder
a keeping companion
that leaves her lonely
with a plethora of spiderwebs and condemned boardings
her toys for distraction
she will never outgrow .
RKS
In dedication for she who endures me .
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brotha RKS..
This is a shiny bugga of a gem ya got here.. you're pretty even-keel when trupoets.com isn't blowing smoke up your arse {lolz} »BRYCE
brotha
CENSORSHIP KILLS CREATIVITY
CREATIVE WRITING IS POETRY
NERUDA IS POETRY
bothar
NERUDA IS POETRY
POETRY IS CREATIVE WRITING
CREATIVITY KILLS CENSORSHIP
DEATH TO RUTPOETS.
NERUDA.
I've read this a few
times now. Each time it was fascinating, layered I enjoyed it each time. Thanks. raskin
HEYA
THANX DEAR
Bladda...:)
"her toys for distraction she will never outgrow "...How very sad :(...
Another great piece Mr.Saunders...
- heaven
P.S. It's better the devil you know...