Perfectly formed;
you mustn’t have been born,
merely magicked from a moody maelstrom.
Dissipate and deliver your devilish self
to me.
Never less than just you,
not anything that grew
from a sad, shriveled seed
fighting forcefully to flower.
You bloom.
Iridescent under eternal, eager eyes,
you materialised,
not from a baby’s cries
softened by mother’s saddest sighs,
but just alive
merely for a moment
by my missed time.
You are much more than mine.
Reappear recklessly, my dear
and shine.
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hmmmm ... unconditional love unexplainable
'Perfectly formed;'
'merely magicked from a moody maelstrom.'
'Never less than just you,'
'fighting forcefully to flower.
You bloom.'
'Iridescent under eternal, eager eyes,
you materialised,'
'merely for a moment
by my missed time.
You are much more than mine.'
(sublime Poetry
harrowing, in depth of detail
yet still a work of artistic brevity)
keep working on perfecting that unique style, dear poet
with every read, its free flowing form
is manifesting smoothly and becoming more defined
in my humble opinion..
thanks for sharing, a great read!
Ah thank you. I somehow feel that each poem is worse than the last one I wrote, as if I'm slowly losing my grip... So that comment is reassuring
we all do
its that curse of integrity
for us who yearn, to ink
the distilled veracity: of our Truth..!
and all, a part
of this wondrous, poetic journey
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