Pretty lady who barges into the comfort
of my private space-time without permission...
I am defenseless in front of the tipsiness
your appareance brings about ...
I've given up on unraveling the mystery
of your wanderings...
Are you nothing more than this elegant transition
between the little death and nothingness ?
Fleeting whiff of a rebellious scent,
scattered among the yellowed pages of an almanac ?
Pretty lady who are enjoying the gentle soothing warmth
of my cozy interior ...
Perhaps,futile illusion drawing a concentric shape
to the sharp angles of loneliness ?
We always believe that the prelude will last
beyond the melody's finale note...
One evening as the show of life was coming to a close,
I found you there ,leafing through the imagination
of my loves...
I hadn't left you the key ,but you have that power
to pass through the walls of the forbidden dimensions...
I know ,full well ,that you belonged neither to me
nor anyone else .
We have to learn to love ghosts just like cats .
We mustn't disrupt their unfaithful dreams ...
Are you ,my pretty lady nothing but this strange confusion
in inspired synesthaesia ?
You were leafing through between the lines
of my imagination - to which you alone hold the key...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
A beautiful blend of sensual, spatial, and musical imagery.
some wandering spirits still hold the key !
I think you should make a duplicate of the key. Nice one Lorenz
she was my lady of the treble clef ...
Unless you go for contraltos better than the base clef
Oh, but this is very nearly intoxicating. Deliciously rendered with an exquisite sense of closeness [but how?!], excellent imagery and a lively poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Memory maintains a constant dialogue with sensations...
Beautiful, Lorenz...there’s something wonderfully spectral about this woman drifting through memory, longing, and imagination without ever being possessed by any of them. And that feline comparison is delightfully strange and somehow perfectly at home here. Loved this, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Cat lovers will appreciate it !
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