Paloma P Poet Free verse

Condemned To Limbo

Winter approached 

in hours of finality, 

quelled midst midnight's 

imperfectly lit enticement 

of darkly notable

impressive spirits, 

motioning a welcomed 

goodbye gesture, 

laying to rest 

a chilled salutation, 

as ghostly ambitions 

commenced to play 

a well articulated

empowering seduction, 

chasing lullaby's softly

dreamt enchantment, 

sleeping peaceably

unfurled beyond

destined reawakening, 

condemned to limbo

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Scott Thirtyseven March 28, 2017 at 8:50 AM well articulated... most certainly. What a wonderful, wordy, read.

Richard Lamoureux March 4, 2017 at 7:48 AM Yes at times life can feel like this, thankfully at some point spring arrives.

Lim'Rik Flats February 12, 2017 at 10:46 AM Warps, waves 'n weaves, hope you've tricks up your sleaves;-). Howdy

Darren White January 31, 2017 at 11:39 PM I hope you will return. That you will feel better too! I'll wait for you.

Maurice Yvonne January 23, 2017 at 4:51 AM This is sublime. A Fav!

Darren White January 7, 2017 at 12:35 PM It's a sort of hibernation, isn't it, Paloma? Whatever you do, and wherever you are, just know that I will be thinking of you :)

Jannie Breedt January 7, 2017 at 3:43 AM For me it seems that you need that alone time with the cat curled up by the heater or maybe its just my mood i read in it with the rain softly murmers outside. ( its summer down here)

Freddie Robinson Jr. January 4, 2017 at 12:10 PM A very interesting poem, Paloma. Although, I personally don't believe in purgatory, or in this case, limbo, I do love reading the imagined realness of it's existence. Like Dante's Inferno. This poem gives limbo a gracious, ethereal appearance. Excellent poem. Love and hugs to you, dear.

Jean Murray January 4, 2017 at 9:42 AM A well articulated limbo lore.

Daniel Turner January 4, 2017 at 8:32 AM So I'm guessing Santa did not stop at your house either. Nice to see you this morning, Paloma:)

Heidi Sands January 4, 2017 at 7:47 AM Welcome back Paloma. Very nice one here ! :)

Alexis Y. January 4, 2017 at 6:35 AM Hi Paloma, It's good to see you posting again. This is totally you and your style. Good content, imagery and picture:-) Alexis PS, Happy New Year! Paloma P January 4, 2017 at 7:17 AM Thanks so much Alexis, I missed you too. Happy New Year my poetic friend! Chris mentioned you asked about me, you're a sweetheart.

White Wolf January 4, 2017 at 6:31 AM This is right up my alley! Very relatable! And well worth the wait. Great stuff, Paloma. Paloma P January 4, 2017 at 7:12 AM You like the dark side, I know. :) Thanks Rick!

Chris Green January 4, 2017 at 6:23 AM Well, it looks like someone has been released from this limbo sentence...perhaps for good behavior? :) Life feels like this at times, like running on ice, our feet move, our mind wants but we get nowhere fast. Nicely describe Paloma and welcome back. You have been missed here. Paloma P January 4, 2017 at 7:11 AM Life is wicked sometimes, getting in the way of poetry. :) I sure did miss you, thanks Chris.