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Infinity Daydreams

   Infinity Daydreams towards Affinity
In the quiet hush of dawn's embrace,
a soft sigh escapes the mitred lips of mourn.
As delicate flower crumbles to my hand 
like a sand of time, returns to it's Mother borne.

Each fabricate petal a grave-layer, a memory shed 
like a piece of me,
bleeds from every stem, cell of a lost hour, 
a reminisce to devour, 
as the viper enters the Garden as if it were a lair,
a den of thieves that weevles a harvest 
or weasels the seed. in an outbreak of Spiritual
Leprosy from the World of media zombies 
of sorceries median mean,
in the perversity of being taken and letting go, 
of what used to be, what if's- Garden of Gethsemane.
What if 
Nature aided me and a quest begins this very Eve?

Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2024

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Silent One Date: 3/13/2024 1:17:00 PM I like how your poem poem delves into the depths of introspection and existential questioning, painting a vivid picture of inner turmoil and longing for connection with nature and self. The opening lines evoke a sense of tranquillity shattered by a sigh, reflecting a poignant moment of reflection at dawn. The imagery of a delicate flower crumbling to the touch symbolizes the fleeting nature of time and the inevitable return to the natural order of things. Great weaving Jude.. Login to Reply Jude Herrick Date: 3/13/2024 1:44:00 PM Thank you, Silent One. And as I wrote in reply to Ink Empress,"from current realm to fantasy adventure", it could also be the reverse. where the adventure calls from its Fantasy realm to join in the fight. After introspection summons it forth like a Paladin Spirit.

Ink Empress Date: 3/12/2024 3:53:00 PM What a deep and eloquent write this is, flowing with such creative metaphors dear jude. I love the way youv delivered this and the way youv used nature to phrase such soulful thoughts. I especially loved “ As delicate flower crumbles to my hand “ heartfelt. “ Each fabricate petal a grave-layer, a memory shed like a piece of me, bleeds from every stem, cell of a lost hour, “ i felt that so deeep! And touching. Nature has a way of guiding us and aiding us back to finding serenity. Pleasure readin Login to Reply Jude Herrick Date: 3/12/2024 5:17:00 PM Thank you, Ink Empress. I set this as a "from current realm to fantasy adventure", white horse and all the necessary antagonists, stem celled, boilerplated to launch as premises and premise for that matter...for a possible story. Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness. (These times are ripe for a post apocalypse adventure as well, unfortunately.)