For i see a tree behind a house made of clouds
a slow whisper entrapped beneath the soil
that never moves an inch
a state of wellness only getting harrowed
we live
like a static voice losing the soft cotton-like warmth
each day where the bells pause to chime.
We come across rooms full of stars and nights
and things even harsher
Imaginations of people breaking apart
or true maybe
The slice of pain is where it must have all begun
numb and electric
Everything seems on fire
where it ends
where it begins
no one knows.
Thins behind the valley seem plain
with ordinary roses
ordinary people
ordinary chirpings and shadow.
hallucinations or reality?
Those were the days of love.
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It did read like a dream!
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Aww thanks.β€οΈ
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You are welcome π
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Beautiful & moving
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Thanks.
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You capture that feeling so well.
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Thank you.
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You had me at the first line. Couldn’t even wait and finish reading the poem before commenting. MVS π
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Hi, thanks Isha for reading it.
Means a lot!
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wow
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I always love reading your poetry. The imagery you portray is so alluring and heartfelt everytime. You take my heart. β€π§‘
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Always thrilling to hear back from you.
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very likely
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So well put. The whole poem is an asking that perhaps no one can tell or maybe.
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Yes, so true.:)
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Your dream of surrealism is the world I want to live in. π Beautiful.
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” a slice of pain” I really love your placement of words…beautiful as always!
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Hey, thank you ao much.
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Such an amazing piece of workβ¦. God bless β€
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A slice of pain numb and electric. Beautiful wordflow. Enjoyed reading your work π
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Thanks!:)
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As they say its not the love but the memories of the love which haunts the most. My sweet poet.
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Swiping yet another one for my nefarious sharing purposes. π
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/08/27/imaginations-my-valiant-soul/
wisely composed….thanks for sharing!
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….and congrats on the 5000 souls reached online, btw. π
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Hey, thanks:)
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