pensive pollen
p e t a l s
fall like shooting stars
when windswept willows
w h i r l and wave
weeping no more~
veiled in volatile violets
emanating angst
of a spirit abandoned
within an abyss of seething scars
still bleeding
yet pleading
clinging onto crystal clear crevices
as time forever teases
with twigs ~ torn and tainted
oblivious to the tears
of nurturing nests
consumed in opium rain
I've long been blind
to the swaying of solace
entranced by the eccentric accents
of darkness dusted in
perfumed poise
as songs of the soul
drift through
shifting colors of the seasonal sun
like pensive pollen
painting the sky in teal tints
amidst the pain
they carry from the heart
of blue roses
to the arms of cherry blossoms
perhaps these words
float through your pages
like inked nothings
but would you feel
the fragranced metaphors
masking the melancholy
cloaking the chaos
too reluctant to reveal
the rising heat of fevered February
as if the days seem longer
while the moon forever
remains
eclipsed
leaving the horizon
frozen with fogs of frosted memoirs
s p r i n k l i n g
marooned memories
so let this poem be another
r e a s o n
to erase the greyest emotion
breathing from
the twilight tides
of a feathered ocean ...
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2025
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