Inprismed
Securely locked up
and cloaked
in exquisite shades
like some
bird of paradise
standing
proudly in its own
magnificent
multicoloured light ..
Is surely,
the way I last recall
seeing her ..
Although now I fear
my eyes may
have deceived me ..
Since such
intrinsic beauty later
proved to be
nothing but a series
of callous,
contradictory illusions ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Ah, there ye be! Seems like smokes and mirrors are afoot somewhere. Mysterious they be, the ladies are, that is 🙏🏻🕊
Things are not always what they might first appear to be, aren’t they .. Cheers mate 👍
I read this twice, Love your metaphors and the illusions you put forth. Always a pleasure to read you.
I love the fact that you came back for more .. Many HUGE thank you’s my dear friend 😎💛👍
Ah, but elusivity is half the key to ecstasies, which apparently "she" was bent on conjuring, until the characteristic lament from the male species merely piles up to heaven. Gorgeously rendered with nigh exquisite imagery and a delectable poignancy. Thank you very much for sharing.
You just used two of my favourite top 100 words, namely elusivity & ecstasies in the same sentence so I’m gonna cut and paste this review and pin it to my refrigerator door where I will see it every time I reach for a bedtime snack 😎🍕🍕🍓🍒👍
Aww, you're now making me smile too much! How about ginger snaps and vanilla wafers for that snack? [I think that's probably what my close friend and I are.]
Good write N. I thought the title had a typo at first - I would think that! lol.
I hope you quickly saw the error of your ways .. N
We are imprisoned by our memories that fade and distort with time. Sometimes with embellishments and brighter colors than were ever there and sometimes with deletions and faded undesirable aspects now forgotten. Experiences of the past become what we want them to be good or bad. A really wonderful representation of what the mind is.
Extraordinarily well perceived my friend 😎👍
Yes, but she was merely admiring the view, lost in thoughts of "What if?" 🌹😉👍
Too bloomin kind mate that’s what you are 😎
Round and round we go mate. 😉👍
Excellent write Nevilie
Aw gawsh thanks a minion & then some 👍
You're welcome
This poem is beautifully penned with the finest description of multi coloured light. A bird of paradise. The imagery is truly magnificent. A Goddess no less and then how she then descends into a mere mortal with all the imperfections normal women have. And no doubt there are many. Rose tinted glasses come to mind. That ‘s women for you. Very much enjoyed Neville.
My goodness, what a very kind thing to suggest Cassie .. Thank you so much for stopping by to consider inprismed and the fine gift of heartwarming words you have lavished upon it .. Neville 😎🌈🍷👍
A clever title, and a clever write! Nicely penned, sir! I have been away from MPS for several years, but I'm now back. I don't know how often I'll be posting poems, but I'll do my best! ~ Robert
Hello Robert .. my goodness how time flies .. Yes, I remember watching some of your video clips and listening to you play .. I am glad you are back & writing .. thanks for stopping by my little scribble on your first day back .. Neville
Catchy, clever, well done.
Cheers Dan .. That'll do nicely sir .. Neville 😎👍
Those prisms of life are so beautiful but so difficult to interpret Neville.
Andy
Clearly .. 😎👍
Nice One Neville
Exquisite In Its Layers
Bless you brother .. many thanks indeed .. Neville 👍
What we think we see and wish to see quite often is a mile away from the reality, really enjoyed this write (Poetically)
How very true .. Thank you so much Poetic Licence .. Greatly appreciated .. Neville 😎👍
You are very welcome
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