Ebonic is the nephesh somber parasol
Into the prowlers of this haunted night
Whispering upon the portending shadows
Where broken incorporeal mirrors delight
Presaging hearth upon the vital lantern
The etherean smoke filled vision sees
Descrying within the remnant haunting
This sweetest umbrage that you please
Into the ergotic season of death knell's hallow
The etched shroud of truth evermore reveals
Portraits of semblance and it's turbid questions
Where the haunting silhouette opaquely conceals
Oh, Vickie... ...where you get such inspiration and manipulation of words, I don't think I'd better ask. ☻ Thank you for sharing this apt and timely gift. Love and best wishes,
You always stun me. Not just because of your most beautiful eyes, but your poem is, i can't say as beautiful, but the next best thing, for certain sure!
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Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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Faorite line; "Descrying within the remnant haunting."
Deborah
Ron
Peace,
Dayvid
Cheers,
Dan