Thursday, June 9, 2011

White-washed


Born a concrete grey
Over time
She’s changed her rhyme
To look the way she does today

Blankets of snowy doves
Crisco tufts matted by
Cretaceous gloves
And candent eyes
A Portrait of opalescent love

As moments fade
Apologies acclimate
Taking its time to achromatize
Glances seem to elucidate
A lustrous enlightenment-justified
Chaste yet overtly plain

Rivers milky-cream
Possessed by vanilla’s uninterrupted power
In this, the beginning of what may be, the purest hour
Where sallow hearts share their deepest dreams

4 comments:

  1. interesting contrasts to your words.

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  2. Mairmusic- Thanks I appreciate that. i love using contrast. I feel when something is contrasted against something else it's true personification is amplified. Thanks so much for the comment:)

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  3. I agree with you I think that opposites are the way we understand the universe without sadness we wouldn't know happiness. Fabulous vocabulary

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  4. Mindlovemisery, Thanks so much, you're too kind. You know what's funny, is that I was watching something the other night, and they were giving a guy a polygraph, then they talked about having a baseline. I instantly was thinking in this manner, you need to know what you aren't, or what isn't, to understand what you are, what it is, thanks again:)

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