Death by flowers...sweetly scent...
A mask of colours lovely...bent...
Turned.. by one.. who sees but black...
Imagined hate...by they who lack
Conception?
All against the one who sees...
What others don't...and who believes
They who lay the blame on them...
This state of mind...will never mend
Perception?
Careful how you tread from here...
I'm pretty sure the path...unclear
Lightly spoken...words hold weight...
And who knows what shifts love to hate
Deception?
Such a twitch...stark to sublime...
Imagine laws...make this a crime
Finally face a consequence...
Innuendo's recompense
Intention
Yet... laying slyly in the dark ...
The other half needs but a spark
What was now is soon reversed
Both sides revealed ...
Concession
At their worst
Hic
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
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James this is a very cleverly designed poem constructed in stanzas with good flow and intervening answer to the stanza which link the whole poem together by their rhyme. Very nicely done and a fave
Thank you very much
Most welcome
What stayed with me most was the progression through "Conception... Perception... Deception... Intention... Concession." Those single-word pivots give the poem a strong sense of movement, carrying the reader deeper with each turn. Beautifully done, James. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks for liking it
Seems you have the same dismal impression of humanity's treatment of our world that I have
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