Best Ingenue Poems
Innocent, fresh-faced girl,
iris blooming in spring -
illuminated soft
in dawn’s honey-spooned glow.
Impressionable soul
inspired by worlds unknown,
I, too, was once like you.
Wind that blows from the north,
Crown this little note a breath.
Wind that blows from the south,
Gather these dreams and make them the truth.
Wind that blows from the west,
Fan this body away from boredom test.
Wind that blows from the east,
Gather up for nee what is best.
Wind that blows from beneath
The earth,
Crosses over
And stretches your wings over,
Empowers and strengthens
This -an ingeniously evergreen.
nee: originally
I'm not an 'ingénue' anymore - that’s been vitiated.
I'm not innocent, pure, naive or vulnerable -
which are technically, 'ingénue' requirements
(I don’t make the rules).
That being said, if no one has an objection,
in terms of narrative trajectory, I'd like to be
considered a 'fémme fatale' until further notice.
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Songs for this:
HEATED by Beyoncé
Hysterical Us by Magdalena Bay
I found myself, a lifeless corpse, finally, at the end of the line ~ mocking humanity
The warmth of the sun drawing my days to a close, once more ~ from, such, this great length of TIME
I perceived in some distance, far off from this naked human eye ~ the girl i loved
it simply must be
There was, indeed, little doubt of the presence of this ingenue’
No other way, but that, she, this daughter of aristotle had taken to form
And from the vestige of seas foam risen to shore ~ if only, so that I might believe
The sinking of my heart sang that i had dreamt this nymph before, up from the ocean’s floor, earlier upon that perfect morn
and She would have born of this prescience left upon humanity, her own sacred mark, by Horus’ primal witness
I felt as the falling petal of this saddened flower of life , now fallen to the blinding wind
and some supreme voice opened her song, alongside the lilt of this setting sun ~ and she smiled her dream down blessing me
and The full release of the tides of her love washed me clean
my body tempered for the rush of her beauteous breath, for it was my search to find this gift in each of these passing days, i savored the joy ~ and wished no more
even as her dream now found me, here, the fisherman upon this edge of this sacred shore
She announces to the world
with perpetual voice
Her past against her will
Her future tranquil, relentless, realisation
Dorment thirst quenched
A Womans Promise...
A Womans Choice...
blazoned heart uncharted guise,
though frequently observed
released emotion unchained spirit,
She claims her battle scars
She has earned her purple star
Blazoned path - recaptured spirit
Her emblem, the sea of women
gone before, she shelters sacredly
thrusting her shield skyward
abandoning all falsehood
she unfolds ancient testament
outermost boundary reveals
truths by broken seal