WHEN A SKEPTIC LEARNED TO FLY
She was a gem of rarity
and a vision of clarity
clear was the woman's countenance
as she jumped from daliance daliance
the hearts she broke were broken in tiny pieces
she isn't a one man woman and one a man only leases
“i love you more than my heart, were it to speak, could never quantify
she was an angel who could convince any skeptic that they she could make them fly
then she finally chose one man to walk her unto eternity
and I was amazed at her role of maternity and perternity
her spirit flew too high as to sever the string that grounded her
and no one could ever predict what would occur
she waited on him hand and foot from night to day
and always obeyed anything the man had to say
if he said a duck was a flea
she'd believe it and man, I wish that man had been me
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Categories:
daliance, angst,
Form: Quatrain
darkness ends
by lights'
cascade
in a daliance
of irridescence
blending the color
of joy
spilling
over jagged edges
of troubled hours...
and,
in this moment,
where
fringes of pain
are smoothed
by a ray of brightness
I linger in thought
with lights' cascade...
and my mind
drifts
dazzled
in a myriad;
a dancing;
a daliance
of irridescence...
and,
as it feels,
"dreams can come true",
in this hour
all becomes filled
with thoughts
of you:
The color of joy
Categories:
daliance, love,
Form: Free verse