Shades of eclipsed moonlight
in serenaded conversation
with the windows down, the music's high
and handsome
and your hair's in the rhythm
of a seductive breeze
On a dark stage with your stand-up comedy
your soliloquy a spoken diary
where your words lived to their full potential
within every page
And those words will cast you a shade
if you forever live in their shadow
if you live within their particle of dust, before the dust settles
and slips through the cracks of your hand
because your dreams are a fine sand
lost within the hourglass of your mind,
and the slow ebb of time
pushes them further out of your reach
You create this harmony
as you shyly embrace
the eclipse
of the silhouette outside your window
like a lyrical virtuoso
you're swinging from a star
you're the parallels of a horizon
the axis within a symmetry of dust
and love has slipped through the cracks of your hand
like the remnants of a dream
And the preludes left uninspired
in the alleyway chorus of stray cats
somewhere in the fifth scene of the third act
where the theory of music is compromised
to accommodate a lover who's easy on the eyes
and who gave you a dream
.... until you woke up ...
Until you put in a prayer request
for a falling star, or a shady eclipse
some shrouded miracle behind a thick cloud
that you can't even see, but you're forced to appreciate
Dreams and goals coalescing
in cognitive dissonance
you can never tell the difference, between the two
rather if your accomplishment
was a birthright
was it guaranteed,
or did you take small steps to succeed?
are you afloat within the realm of reality,
or is your road lost to enchantment?
are your feet planted firmly in the ground
have they taken root?
You had goals that were never pursued,
yet you wonder why
your words lived to their full potential in your diary,
but your dreams never came to fruition
You Had Dreams
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Re: You Had Dreams
Superb poetry Floetry!
"You create this harmony
as you shyly embrace
the eclipse
of the silhouette outside your window
like a lyrical virtuoso
you're swinging from a star
you're the parallels of a horizon
the axis within a symmetry of dust
and love has slipped through the cracks of your hand
like the remnants of a dream"
Beautifully expressed ..... feelings of tender admiration, but admiration that cannot deny some fatal flaw... some approaching doom.
As always there is an underlying sensuality .... a sensuality that tightly braids with our own (the reader's) humanity.
Your images always thrill. Your insight always amazes.
Take care,
.jeanne
"You create this harmony
as you shyly embrace
the eclipse
of the silhouette outside your window
like a lyrical virtuoso
you're swinging from a star
you're the parallels of a horizon
the axis within a symmetry of dust
and love has slipped through the cracks of your hand
like the remnants of a dream"
Beautifully expressed ..... feelings of tender admiration, but admiration that cannot deny some fatal flaw... some approaching doom.
As always there is an underlying sensuality .... a sensuality that tightly braids with our own (the reader's) humanity.
Your images always thrill. Your insight always amazes.
Take care,
.jeanne
... and his words purge up and outward,
expelled and onward through desert dust swallowed,
sands he says that gorge on simple sensibilities.
And, now he spits fragments, grit, extended vowels and elongated syllables
over cracked lips. Their sounds fall
piling round his boots… ~ jeannerené
~breathe~
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expelled and onward through desert dust swallowed,
sands he says that gorge on simple sensibilities.
And, now he spits fragments, grit, extended vowels and elongated syllables
over cracked lips. Their sounds fall
piling round his boots… ~ jeannerené
~breathe~
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Re: You Had Dreams
just simply beautifully written Flo!
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Re: You Had Dreams
I'm so glad I saw this piece. You never disappoint! First of all, this is a beautifully structured narrative. This cyclical nature compliments the concept of life's progession. (I don't know if this was what you are trying to portray, but I read it this way.) Secondly, these two verses were especially insightful and eloquent to me. Love this.
Floetry Spades wrote:Shades of eclipsed moonlight
You create this harmony
as you shyly embrace
the eclipse
of the silhouette outside your window
like a lyrical virtuoso
you're swinging from a star
you're the parallels of a horizon
the axis within a symmetry of dust
and love has slipped through the cracks of your hand
like the remnants of a dream
Dreams and goals coalescing
in cognitive dissonance
you can never tell the difference, between the two
rather if your accomplishment
was a birthright
was it guaranteed,
or did you take small steps to succeed?
are you afloat within the realm of reality,
or is your road lost to enchantment?
are your feet planted firmly in the ground
have they taken root?
no limits. just edges. - Jackson Pollack
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