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Post by goldenmyst on Nov 29, 2018 15:05:08 GMT -6
Premarital
Zoroastrian bride in blue and red Seals groom’s fate with blue-eyed vows Written in lipstick on wine stained parchment She unbuttons his brown leaf blazer And trails an autumnal blaze Of lip sync raspberries To be raked by her lips Into a collage of kisses Upon the Easter of his skin Like a graffiti gal on the loose Whose spray can is her lipstick In a vandalism by vixen Of pointillism gone impish
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2018 4:32:16 GMT -6
Quite the scene
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Post by lostineternity99 on Nov 30, 2018 5:30:13 GMT -6
You have painted a delightfully passionate scene, John Lines like these are why I love your poetry: "In a vandalism by vixen Of pointillism gone impish"
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Post by goldenmyst on Nov 30, 2018 8:54:31 GMT -6
Thanks so much, Michael. Glad you enjoyed Rick, my friend. The starting off point for this poem was an image of a woman friend. From there I just let my mind run wild. John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Nov 30, 2018 16:12:31 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Nov 30, 2018 16:55:45 GMT -6
Oh, those words from Yeats along with that misty magical background complement my poem perfectly. I think this is my favorite of the tags you have so generously bestowed upon my poetry. I bow to thee and thank thee most heartily milady. XoXo John
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