Celsius Rising
At first she
thought he was
golden
and drew him
in bright
yellow crayon
sat next to the sun ..
Where
for a moment
or two
he burnt brightly ..
Before he
became invisible,
to her
and to everyone ..
Celsius Rising
At first she
thought he was
golden
and drew him
in bright
yellow crayon
sat next to the sun ..
Where
for a moment
or two
he burnt brightly ..
Before he
became invisible,
to her
and to everyone ..
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I’m still mulling the “invisible “ but as I always I love the sashay of the phrase
there are those who might call it magic or fantasy .. but both me and my pen prefer to call it poetic license .. thanks again for your interest Sir O
I’m the best use of the word
You sir , are a Monster!!
The temperature never rises for KP and I. It's always sub-zero! heehee.
...................................... Cool 🐧
Yes, it is cool, and more! lol.
What a beautiful write.....C
How kind thou art C .. and how muchly appreciated too my fine purple decked friend 💜
Too bright like a flash blinding brilliance.
yep, nowt left of him but a few little puddles of yellow gradually cooling in the gutter ...
Gurt stuff agen Nev. -Am feeling the boiling point of this short-lived affair - - Made my temperature rise to think of that golden haired Adonis being crayon portrayed in the sun before he made himself scarcer than scarce............x
thanks bigly our Fay .. it was hot here too, I almost melted myself on the way to the office earlier 🙂
"Celsius Rising" is a brief yet intriguing poem that captures the initial fascination and subsequent disillusionment experienced by the speaker towards an individual.
You ought to be able to make a living out of writing reviews .. thanks ever so Mott
Somehow, I felt sorry for the yellow man of her artwork, short-lived from the heat of the experience. Yet. we know that it happens.
Your poem draws a picture of a romance that burned with an overpowering heat. The now, "Invisible Man" must gather the strength to move on, and avoid "crayon" artists. - Phil A.
Ha, cheers my friend .. am glad this didn't rhyme otherwise I might be accused of waxing lyrical .. 🙂
The cloak of invisibility can sometimes be a blessing, perhaps a bullit dodged? One never knows. Intriguing write dear friend, I guess I took a little interpretive license here.
I used to read those Marvel comics too my lovely friend .. and you are so write that cloak can sure come in handy sometimes .. or in my case, often 🙂
May that light shine and the shadow move onto a new life.
Andy
............ now wouldn't that be lovely .. cheers Andy 🙂
Brilliant!
(careful, as
in that volcano eruption
of instant
escapist, sensual gratification
is a promise
of lava, proximity decimation
if unprepared
we'll toil, in scolding consequence
best, maybe
to thread carefully, step carefully
never blind lunges
unless we are ready, to dissolve
that volcanic ash
as an ingredient, in our evolution's
fertilising experiences...)
I am overcome ... many thanks again my friend .. Neville
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