Mystic Rose Rose Poet Free verse

Dry As A Bone

Imagine an oil stroke on a virgin canvass 
an image coaxed out by a velvet hand
pas de deux artist and brush
here comes the wind 
and suddenly, I appear out of nowhere 
Imagine my memories invisible as air 
a non violate kiss somewhere out there 
here comes the image,  
of a two step process, the artist and I
wonderfully etched, I pop up;  
Imagine my visage, aging flower of old 
existing in a turbulent rotation    
eyes of a cougar, soul of a lion 
I am Virginia Woolf the writer 
like a binding book I appear pressed

Continued survival on a canvass of dry,  
parched as a stone in a pocket, alone...

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Daniel Henry Rodgers January 13, 2024 at 5:00 PM Mystic Rose Rose, congratulations on your win for the evocative poem. Your words intertwine a mesmerizing story, conjuring images of an artist's touch and memories as invisible as air. The portrayal of your visage, aging flower of old, resonates with the soul of a lion. Your poetic prowess shines through, creating a vivid canvas of survival in the parched landscape of emotions. Bravo on this compelling piece! - Blessings, Daniel

Jaymee Thomas January 13, 2024 at 2:10 PM Taken in by the title and held my breath the whole way through, from bone to stone. Your ending is particularly poignant and pulls together the interplay of artist / writer and subject. Really beautiful work. Congratulations :) Mystic Rose Rose January 13, 2024 at 3:17 PM Thank you dear Jaymee for running the contest, I had fun writing for you, I'm honored that you chose me, thank you

Silent One January 12, 2024 at 10:20 AM You have to throw paint on those virgin canvases... I like how you wrote this, its a bit sensual in parts, with the non violate kiss and eyes of a cougar.... are you a fn of Virginia Woolf? Enjoyed the ending also... Nice poem my friend.. Mystic Rose Rose January 12, 2024 at 7:21 PM lol, used my fingers S O, :)

Hiya Sharma January 12, 2024 at 6:51 AM Woww, what a powerful and impactful poem this is, dear Rose! You really know how to convey the depth of emotions in a skillful way and also elaborate the poetic richness within your expressions.. This painted a unique portrait in my mind, speaking volumes about one's experiences and fleeting essence too.. "Imagine my memories invisible as air", "eyes of a cougar, soul of a lion" Woah love that! This write is absolutely one of my FAVs from you, so wonderfully crafted, beautiful poetess ~ Mystic Rose Rose January 12, 2024 at 7:20 PM Artists often immortalize in a way that life never can, thanks for reading Hiya

Ink Empress January 12, 2024 at 5:48 AM Whoa very well written sweet rose. I love this and this is definitely one of my faves from you. Especially i love the lines “ Imagine my memories invisible as air a non violate kiss somewhere out there ” captivating and dreamy with excellent rhymes “ eyes of a cougar, soul of a lion “ powerful! I love that! Pleasure always reading your work Mystic Rose Rose January 12, 2024 at 7:20 PM She was an amazing writer and she died at age 59 by placing some stones in her pockets and drowning how sad she had bipolar