Maurice Yvonne Poet Dramatic Monologue

I Think of You - At the Edge - 3

A reflection of the coloured pencil drawn sky
skates on the glass smooth surface below it.
While a rebellious group of shades take their positions 
on a glorious stage to express themselves artistically and
I...

i think of you

Wisps of clouds shaped like a palm leaf
fan the winds that stoke the fire
of a randomly sketched sunset.
I...

i think of you

The cool of an ocean breeze 
travels the shadows of this low lit evening.
Caresses my skin like the essence of romance.
Enthralled by the allure of a candle lit sky,
I...

i think of you...

Our French Bakery early mornings.
Café au lait and croissants.
Our freesia soaked baths.
Your mink soft body.
Its milk and honey scent.

As I fall off 
the edge of the world,
I...

i think of you.




March 19 2015
Armand

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Poet Destroyer A April 8, 2015 at 1:52 PM I love your poetry because, I know it's a refection of who you are, besides batman.. Linda

Kelly Deschler April 3, 2015 at 10:14 PM The imagery that your words sketch is simply breathtaking... Truly wonderful writing, Armand!

Paul Callus April 1, 2015 at 11:40 AM Hi Armand. You make use of words to build a lovely and sensuous atmosphere around you; falling off the edge of the world overflows with emotion. #7 You think of her...I think of your capable pen! // paul

James Fraser March 29, 2015 at 3:31 PM I'm starting to become lost for words Maurice, and that's a first, James :)

Constance La France March 28, 2015 at 1:32 PM Maurice, this is beautifully written, well done, a perfect 7, and thanks for visiting my poem, and the rains came . . .

Casarah Nance March 28, 2015 at 8:11 AM Ooo...

Shadow Hamilton March 25, 2015 at 7:50 PM I am entranced Maurice such love is to be treasured for ever hugs 7

M. L. Kiser March 24, 2015 at 8:51 AM I can see those clouds, feel the winds, the sunset sketches itself out like an etch-a-sketch and the smell of those fresh french croissants is overwhelming in this piece. I am awed.

Charmaine Chircop March 23, 2015 at 7:14 PM I love those freesia soaked baths,and the milk and honey scent..A sensual way of thinking,a beauty and a favourite :)

Kp Nunez March 23, 2015 at 11:19 AM So many favorite lines...I am "enthralled by the allure" of your words, Armand. Had to read again. Always a 7. Hugs! :) Kim

Seren Roberts March 22, 2015 at 12:34 PM So nostalgic Armand a treasure to read...definitelty a fav....Seren

Richard Lamoureux March 21, 2015 at 7:35 AM This has a haunting and nostalgic quality. Exceptional series.

Rob Carmack March 20, 2015 at 7:41 AM I loved how you ended this powerful poem.

Anne-Lise Andresen March 20, 2015 at 5:26 AM - Beautiful and romantic poem, Armand :) - I wish you a beautiful weekend - Good to see you! - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders March 20, 2015 at 1:24 AM Beautiful, soft, romantic, nostalgic feelings...this poem has it all! Hugs, Rhonda

Andrea Dietrich March 20, 2015 at 12:32 AM You imagery knows no limits, Armand!! There were several very amazing lines in this one. It's so wonderful seeing you here. You are my last comment of the day. Finally I am going off for the night. Adieu!

Jan Allison March 19, 2015 at 4:39 PM the imagery is sublime my friend - a 7 and into faves:-) Hugs Jan xxx

David Brown March 19, 2015 at 3:39 PM What a beautiful piece, such elegant images and it builds a true sense of longing. Lovely

Njeri Hunjeri March 19, 2015 at 3:02 PM I love the imagery. Very well penned. #7 Maurice Yvonne March 20, 2015 at 3:06 PM Thank you njeri for your kind words.