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Picturesque Propinquity

Written: February 11, 2024
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Features: fugacious fascinating beat
I saw smoke, but no flames in sight
I caught a cynosure of elusive heed
Fourteen redolent rifts were recorded
Oddly scripted, akin to grain ears
or stalks of rhubarbs in diaphanous vibes
Love came, wrapped in dulcet skin
Upon palms with comely lines, ceased.
              
          A seraglio within a flesh
          Where a vase holds a full moon
          And a drape of hues: tan, blue, and gray.

Pink echoes linger in the same vase
As drove of doves drifting down an abyss 
I hit a home run with white silk rope wings
And forefeel fountains flowing freely
where my dreams are the hue of spring
In a diamond outfit, I'll reach paradise
Slowly, I caress the lavish swirl of phloxes
Adopt time to hear your dizzy murmurs. 
              
          Why is it love-shaped if it's not mine? You query
           A vast stretch of soil shrouded in mist
           Dawn rises from its decor of the virgin sky. 

My love for you remains unwavering
Love is trapped on a limb, suspended in the air
Whether stored with mustard or soy
or fragments of an unfinished haiku
The heart of love calls for a spry stir
by milk-stained palms and sour cream
A heart so grand, burdened by weariness. 

               Today dawns with a pristine sky
               For the scenery and the stream
               slashing across ropes of sapphire
               A blend of cyan and white. 

I discovered this to be accurate
To love is to shatter the gates of heaven
Stripping a night star from its vastness
Only to put it in a desolate roof garden
even if it blossoms for a single night
Only to perish the following dawn
My shears sprang to life, ready to trim
I may have loved the size of the cosmos, 
In a fleeting point, unguarded and sublime.
                                         
                    Enamel strings and skeins entwined
                    In love, everything seems ostentatious
                    Words extravagantly rhymed, flowing lyrics
                    Crafted in vibrant shades of captivating art.

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Jennifer Proxenos February 15, 2024 at 6:12 AM Lasaad my friend what a breathtaking poem - you cleverly use Lyrics and shades to compose a masterpiece. Your metaphors are exemplary and your diction chosen apt and refreshing. I love this poem and have made it s fav Hugs and blessings Jennifer Sorry I wrote a line of nonsense deleted it - I was at the hairdresser, too much loud gossip around, very distracting. Did you ever read my very first poem I posted BLONDE, ABSENT MINDED OR FAIR. i think you might have a laugh.

Paige Hind February 14, 2024 at 5:52 PM This is beautiful- another testament to your very gift.

Sara Kendrick February 14, 2024 at 12:53 PM Very flowery are these lines and verbose expressions. Thanks for sharing your talent with us and for dropping by my page. Sara K

Hilda Greenhough February 12, 2024 at 5:40 PM Your poem sings into the heavens. I enjoyed it's self-answering stanzas.

Kim Rodrigues February 12, 2024 at 9:36 AM stalks of rhubarbs in diaphanous vibes… Slowly, I caress the lavish swirl of phloxes…and so much more! You fly high, Port, in free verse!

Vijay Pandit February 12, 2024 at 6:02 AM You take us there my friend--into the realms of beauty--so wonderfully described by your talented pen.--Where a vase holds a full moon And a drape of hues: tan, blue, and gray--- Today dawns with a pristine sky For the scenery and the stream slashing across ropes of sapphire A blend of cyan and white--Awesome!

Victor Buhagiar February 12, 2024 at 3:23 AM Try highlighting your poem and then listen to it read. Punctuation is important. Your poem deserves better. Otherwise, I admire your style with its alliteration, imagery and metaphors.

Speaks Volumes February 11, 2024 at 9:16 PM "Pink echoes linger in the same vase As drove of doves drifting down an abyss" Descriptive passages as I have never seem you write before dear friend. This is amazing. What a lively style, so descriptive, and "picturesque" You have created art from words. Truly wonderful Las. Best wishes from Wen.