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 .

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...

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