I've flown back to that place tonight
And you'll never know
You are fixed on your distractions
While I waltz alone
In the midnight sprinkles
I consent to being touched
By the burden of the clouds
Tracing the highest branches
With my fingers
I guide them into a painting
Where they are born from my womb
In this version, they never die
They just are
The saturated ground
That has claimed my feet
Will marry me one day
As I droop here
Before an audience
Ready to denounce
Everything that I see
Ready to callous
Everything that I feel
So I close my eyes
And become background noise
Paralyzed from confusion
Soggy from defeat.
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Author:
Tirzah Marie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2017 20:17
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Comments2
Welcome to MPS, Tirzah!
Beautiful poem, 'While I waltz alone in the midnight sprinkles', great imagination and choice of words.
I really like your poem and hope to read more in the future.
Thank you dear Fred. I feel welcomed here by your words. Nice to meet you:)
You are welcome!
Tirzah, welcome! These images tessallate the page with emotive mosaics. An old ruin can be a deep well.
Heather I love that. Thank you!
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