The Lady and Me
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For inspiration I search license free photography and write according to what the image suggests to me. This is one of hundreds I have done. I intend on posting 100 examples of this type of writing.
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I met her in the wake of night.
A tiny flake of gold,
traveling at the speed of light.
I dipped my plume, and
used her bright white on a canvas black,
mapped my way to her land.
Before I had another thought,
my heart racing,
gone this woman I sought.
On the following eve,
I returned to the blind spot
Hoping for a reprieve.
Nothing glowed not then,
not 'nother 'leven times, 'n still I tried,
but for not again
then above the silence of a scream
I heard a glow, saw a sound,
I felt a vision, a faceless dream.
It was my headless woman of yellow ore, my finely cut prism of glass,
With an inviting scent she beckoned me to taste her fast
Like a ray of sun I travelled through and to the other side I did pass.
From solid to a multicoloured arch, from half to whole,
and almost before it started, it ended,
a dark grey cloud, with lightning, thunder and soul
a lively pillow of moisture,
burst.
March 2 2016
armand
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016
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