I am drawn to the fabric
of this ornamental flat,
absorbed in the pain, the panic,
the haunting tale it tells
in its wild tragic beauty:
feathered flames tightly stitched
in finely textured gold and scarlet,
resplendent firebird wings
thread their way uncontrollably
on a prolonged subterranean screech
in silken flight through the blue
green carmine weave of a narrowing
cavern damned to the deep,
dank abyss of suspended oblivion,
fated never to emulate
the mythologic Phoenix consumed
by fire yet from the ashes rose
a new Phoenix .
love the tactility of this.
+nessa
I love how your words weave the tale of erotic desires, or the many interpretations we can form from your poem, your a word wizzard
Loved This Write Gene
Much Love & Inspiration To You Always
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
John
Love,
Sage
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be always safe,
Karen