poetry

Pink Earth

Dewdrops like sacred groves
twirling on my parched lips,
with lavender Twinings inside
pouring muddle Serenity echo
on the surface of once
crooked window,
the brutality is hidden
lost, in the delights
of frozen warm apple-pie.
A loop of twinkle fields
decorate the darkened corners
of my throat, my white leg
like a partner in poignancy
with fireflies inside the mouth.
with you, I connect the solitude
extending onto my calm thoughts
mending the broken door knobs
and planting a loop of hope.

35 thoughts on “Pink Earth

  1. This one leads reader down a path like a relaxing, reflective cup of tea.
    In the calm of solitude, what is broken can be fixed…
    and with that comes hope.

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  2. Gorgeous imagery, MVS. Tea and pie make the world right, or at least the time we get to sit and enjoy them. Come to think of it, it’s like reading your poetry! Bravo!

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