Eternity

Ellen Marsell

A cursed poet with a flowery beard and bird's eyes
has come down from his cloud 
and told me that eternity is the sea mixed with the sun.
So I drank this heady wine of the ancients 
and so many memories to accompany the procession.
In the morning I found the flower frozen
to the kiss of frost. Fragrant with the ultimate perfume.
Dressed in a dark garment of eternity, I cried 

  • Author: Ellen (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 26th, 2024 11:27
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  • Lorenz

    A tonal gravity filled with a profound harmony !

    • Ellen Marsell

      Thank you for your insightful assessment.

    • Thad Wilk

      Clapping!!👏 👏
      Wow,
      fabulous poem poetess!!
      Wonderfully vivid imagery! 💯
      Eloquently expressed, just
      resonates with greatness!! 🏆
      Thank you for sharing!!
      Best wishes 🍀🤗🌹. Thad

      • Ellen Marsell

        Thanks for stopping by, Thad! 😊

      • sorenbarrett

        A most beautiful arrangement of words to describe something much deeper that comes from the soul

        • Ellen Marsell

          Thank you for your feedback😊



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