Topic: The Court of Lost Sense. | |
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Sing silken songs Bard,
till we believe again. Twist your flowery lyrics into a diadem that crowns our fool heads wiith more than this riddling of thistle and thorn. We lost sight when the blood of our pedestaled forerunners coursed over our eyes and coagulated. We lost hearing to the death screams haunting us, of fellow travellers fanged by wolves in wool capes. We lost taste to bitter fruit that shone golden. Covert spiders paralysed our tongues with the first bite. We lost touch when our hands numbed in the rope thrown to save, yet pythoned into binds to capture and crush us. We lost smell to the burnt offerings of those masquerading as prophets and priests,as we inhaled flamed cyanide witchery. Sing silken songs Bard, till we believe again. Twist your flowery lyrics into a diadem that crowns our fool heads wiith more than this riddling of thistle and thorn. Bring us back to our senses. |
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Nice poem .
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Beautiful. I really like the format you used when you posted each of the five senses. Seeing it laid out like that was poetic in itself.
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Beautiful. I really like the format you used when you posted each of the five senses. Seeing it laid out like that was poetic in itself. Thank you so much Bonnie. The format was not exact as I imagined. Apologies. I am still writing dark poetry as I grieve my two husbands. Just not there yet, you know, so it will remain dark till I find a romantic source. You and Mark inspire me. But I will not comment on your love. My love found on Mingle broke me when he died. It actually hurts to see your love. Please understand 🧡 |
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BEAUTIFUL
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