Paloma P Poet Free verse

Amaranthine Skeletons

Therein, laying dormant,
    veils of darkly reposed
          secrecy 'neath
       foamy seascapes' 
              frenetic passages,
languishing below
   sunken treasures'
     false facades of
        reticently rolling
            shrouded bluffs,
 shaded blood obscurely hued 
        of impetuous intensity in
          unceremoniously bound
             covert convolutions, 
a million ancient 
     undisclosed shadows hidden,
       notwithstanding combative
           rumblings of death's 
         unwelcome sycophancy, 
depths of centuries' 
         old unparalleled stories,
 whence hush-hush
       undulatory influx 
          of defiant upsurges
            and turbulence reside,
     that which only the 
          winds of indiscretion, 
                 clandestine spirits
                      & gods could surmise

 ...whilst privileged moons watch over amaranthine skeletons

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Lim'Rik Flats January 9, 2017 at 7:53 AM Got a closet full of them things, but none so finely dressed;-)

Freddie Robinson Jr. December 17, 2016 at 10:53 PM A darkly painted portrait of death, Paloma. Richly worded and visually stunning. The downward movement of the words seems as if their is a sinking sensation. Maybe that's just me, but I agree w/San and Chris. Love this poem though. Much love to you, dear.

Chris Green December 15, 2016 at 11:14 AM Almost makes me think of the Titanic disaster, the endless realm of skeletons scattered amongst the silent sandy bottom,, secrets and stories lost to the murky seas, hopes and dreams drowned beneath turbulent angry waves, while only the moon on its privileged perch watches, far away from harm. Ghostly Paloma, creepy and eerie and amazingly written.

Darren White December 15, 2016 at 9:30 AM It's like where I love to be most of all, the beach, with stanza like waves to and fro my wheels, and caves and deep blue water in the distance. Paloma P December 15, 2016 at 9:44 AM Steer clear of skeletons Darren.

White Wolf December 15, 2016 at 6:00 AM You are such a wordsmith, Paloma! I had to look up Amarathine. From Greek, amarantos- unfading? There is a plant also called Amaranth. You always put my mind to work. Thank you and good night sweet poetess! Paloma P December 15, 2016 at 8:02 AM Wow Rick, thanks so much, you made my day! Unfading works, I meant it as 'endless or everlasting' but I like that too.