Porcelain Doll
Painted tears on the face of a porcelain doll,
on her lips a porcelain sigh
unfeeling and cold, will her story unfold
can a porcelain doll ever die
Emotionless thoughts behind porcelain eyes,
her world is falling apart,
shattered remnants of love, slowly fading away,
to the beat of her porcelain heart.
Natures purest children, a family apart.
Gentle petals touched by Mother Natures flair,
Ephemeral, eternal, their beauty without care.
Lavender confusion, orchid petal sighs,
Forget-me-nots remembered in sleepless lullabies.
Laurestines, like painted doves, in peaceful serenade,
Oleander singing in a hidden forest glade.
Winter drapes its snow white cloak while flowers soundly sleep,
Eventually retreating to let the willow weep.
Rosebuds open gently to greet the morning sun,
Springtime with a cry of joy has only just begun..
Solitary Tear ( Acrostic )
Singular tranquility of a solitary tear,
Opalescent journey of emotionary fear.
Liturgy of sadness, etched upon my face,
In rememberance of love, no longer to embrace.
Teardrops are just memories, pieces of the heart,
Amatory keepsakes, of when two lovers part,
Rhapsodies of sadness in lacrima refrain,
Yesterday just memory, will love be born again ?
Tomorrow sits there waiting, impatient to become,
Enriched by nascent feelings, to which we will succumb,
A tale of reminiscence, so dark and yet so clear,
Remembering with fondness, that solitary tear.
Butterflies Can't Dance
No more to dance, the butterfly
no more to soar through morning sky,
painted wings now black and dying
memories lost, in graveyards flying.
The morning breeze, so still so bare
where beauty once caressed the air,
forgotten dreams of endless flight
skies in dark unfolding night.
Flowers weep as petals sigh
tiny bodies born to die.
No more to soar through morning sky
no more to dance, the butterfly.
Alchemists of Sentience
Alchemists of sentience, timorous mystique
foottseps through a daydream, metrical oblique,
effervescent metaphors naked on the ground
cognisant of nowhere, sipping ultrasound.
Rhythmical persuausion, to be or not to be
sonneting a moonbeam, woven filigree,
illusions of importance wander through a rhyme
nondescript expressions, tentative, sublime.
Symbolistic perfidy, ten begets a line
thee's and thou's resplendant, slowly intertwine,
Bardic conversations, whispered Avon bound
coffins long forgotten, stirring underground.
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