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Jessica Wiederhold Poem
Inspired by pastel art works contributed by: Sergey Sergeevich Solomko
Clouds of darkness, obliterating the daylights the richest diamond, merely the sun,
Galaxies, of dazzling night sky’s, undesirable pleasures, the sun formed settling beyond the shadows over the river.
Wooden ore’s fall over the sides of the lightly weighed wooden boat, two lovers set on a voyage to their newly founded futures, of love and adequate structures of their newly desired founding’s.
Kisses of greatness, now a day later with vivid beauty in her dreams, what a grand departure in his perception of this night of his pure devotedly structured adulation.
Fogs are common on the coast, until morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant yet unquiet river’s billow of troubles surged an under joyed.
There in the distance there sits the nightmare of his forgotten love, grotesque and wide, yet seemingly pulchritudinous.
Regretting his visual liaison, upon his past desires, forecasting her next ritual, of vulgarest and barbaric intentions, to put a curse on a love that only gave life its greatest prudent of all intentions, his demonic difficulties enforcing herself to come to terms, with the horrible man who’d been the bane of her horrifying mindless unrighteous of all cause’s, of all his fading newly intentions, with this newly founded love, on this dark river, on an old, ole wooden boat.
Saturday, February 19th; 2022
Inspired by pastel art works contributed by: Sergey Sergeevich Solomko
Copyright © Jessica Wiederhold | Year Posted 2022
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Jessica Wiederhold Poem
They said the war was over, but I feel as if it has just begun. The heart is not meant to be broken, as it was all those years, through the war and the tragic storms, yet she confided in nothing but true love, the darkness, and demons appeared to take that away.
Time after time, it has become an endless battle. Her heart, her faith, and the pain had slipped away. She no longer sheds tears because those tears have turned into anger. Made to feel like a liar, this endless battle never ends, the cold colorful life that sits dreamt within her heart has now become a vivid dream and her heart is cold as a rock of emptiness and betrayal.
Just forgotten like the rest, now this time, she is just so used to feeling alone. She turns her head for she was tormented and tattered, abused and forgotten by most. She said, the hearts been broken by absurd language, and stories that could make you fall weak. That love she had, has turned to ice, cold, bare, and bitter, on this seemingly endless cold summer night!
All that has been lost, can never be repaired, the past is her past, to her the future is what is real. Sitting here dreaming of a world of marrying her biggest dreamt soldier, if given a moment to try and understand, she will give you a chance, been known for even a second at that. She asks Just to remember her heart was once solid and is now soft and broken too.
She made a promise to herself to let all that hurts her heart, go away with the wind, and the moon to the morning dew, and the first peak of the morning sunlight. To move on and have a future, that nobody else may ever justify or think about trying to determine! Like a soldier on the front lines, standing tall and straight, she will give you her promising word, until your actions have made her soon realize that it was all a mistake.
Perhaps, she found her soldier, on a little boat on the ocean, for thus was the day her failures and the war became a dream, and all her worst nightmares were now over, maybe her dreams were becoming of a reality, and the war of what love feels like has mended her heart to know, she’d finally found her truest lover.
This poem is inspired by the arts of Jim Warren, one of Disney's famous artist, and his famous piece titled A day for a Daydream, this poem has been approved by the artist himself.
Written by: Jessica Wiederhold
Copyright © Jessica Wiederhold | Year Posted 2022
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