A quicksilver wall challenges her gaze,
lifeless, impassive, withholding judgment.
Inside grows life, outside burns blaze.
Hate smiles untoward, taunting resentment.
Green arms of life, charred black without trace,
maddening destruction, nurturing bereavement.
Quicksilver blind to inner good faith,
doesn't understand she can love mistreatment.
5 comments:
txandi, I feel privileged to have come across your blog and seen your first post in almost a year! I invite you to subscribe to mine - this one's private unlike Onset of Reality. I like the attention you pay to your verses, almost like bricks interlocking into a wall...is it a wall?
I have read this several times now and I find it so very mesmerizing. There is a great deal of meaning in each verse. It's a stunning poem.
it's been while since I left this place, only to come back and see that you still write so beautifully. I like this chaotic way of writing. How have you been txandi?
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Really great work! I love it. Have a nice weekend.
to all, I thank.
while not obvious in virtuality, in reality I am.
what transpires in reality, will make it to virtuality.
vuestra paciencia se agradece~t~
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