Images III; Prick Kiss Cloak
January 18th 2007 22:09
I am a bitten petal, a velvet spit
..I am a thorny mouth, a pristine prick
....I thrive in composts of pruned beauty
I am a needles eye, a steel statue
..I am a pricked finger, a blood kiss
....I weave loathed tears into my loom
I am a cut pattern, an unsewn cloak
..I am darting eyes, a hope seeker
....I swaddle a woven heart before a loud clock
~Lily
..I am a thorny mouth, a pristine prick
....I thrive in composts of pruned beauty
I am a needles eye, a steel statue
..I am a pricked finger, a blood kiss
....I weave loathed tears into my loom
I am a cut pattern, an unsewn cloak
..I am darting eyes, a hope seeker
....I swaddle a woven heart before a loud clock
~Lily
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Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
......
A sad beauty
Miniscule and yet so big
Unfinished and empty
Yet so much more than anything else
Despair? Unconventional?
ils sont tres belle, votre mots. ils sont tres, tres vrai
(my french is a little rusty but it sounds a lot better than it would in english - you get my drift
au revoir
Ash
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
~ilLily
Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
Poets must choose their words carefully, they have to be the perfect ones to instill the feelings they desire....you do that well....
you get it!!!
ash