* Petals of Amaranthine*

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who in this place has not?
for a split-second felt for that sweet spot
prayed for some fruition
gambled on the moment
now follow where it leads
even after the tide recedes
in a place where love dies and lying breeds
sorrows are withdrawn
within this temporal crucible
or in that tiny cubicle
see underneath my charred eyes
veins red, arteries purple life vies
inequitably another shadow falls
the word calls and calls
until the memories are blurred ripples in the reflections
this process of afflicted complexions
rise and take a long walk
to that place where you have the eyes of the hawk
there is a blurring of the edge
CAN I FLY OR WILL I FALL?
winds swirl
make a decision
quit the small talk
glided transition
more stolen moments are given
await fading into the night
mountain ledges crumble beneath me
heart beats like a drum
I slip beyond the horizon
wanting too but only half-believing
each and everyone who makes an offer
that is the deceiving
by the trusted liars
and the lying steals all but the coffer
we decide to forego
the dying
for more of the passions fire
instead, we mourn the losses of living
we would never take, if it were not for the giving
we negotiate with each mistake after mistake
always getting what we deserve
leaving nothing in reserve
in life's quid pro quo
wings spread wide
or am I merely flapping my arms
succumb to the charms
merely a flapping of the gums
the pain still numbs
eyes close tightly then open to a slit
try to quit without regret
a flight in search of the sublime
why even try without the wings of love, which everyone relies
while seeking the petals of amaranthine
where I find that acquiescence propels upon goodbyes

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Amaranthine is a deep reddish shade of purple & is the colour of the Amaranth, a fabled unwithering & everlasting flower of eternal beauty

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nightlight1220's picture

:-)

beautiful. Has such peaceful sublime tones.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

9inety's picture

thank you

so very much

Peace

Dylan


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot