Her eyes were the color of insanity,
Bright blue-green waves crashing against,
The shore of reality…
The tides pulled her into dark waters,
She followed the moon into its watery depths…
The world outside her door meant nothing-
Meaningless babble that echoed in her shattered mind,
The world wavered and shimmered in softly muted colors,
She could not hear reality beating on her doorstep…
Her eyes saw dragons and fairies,
Flying in the moonlit sky,
Gentle beauty bloomed around her,
They played games in the wide green meadows…
When her White Knight came to wake her,
She waved him away-
Preferring to stay in a world of her own,
She whispered softly to him;
I don’t need to be saved…
She was loved and cherished here,
Beauty betrothed to no one-
Truth held in a shatter proof glass jar-
Love that could not die…
They came to me then,
These hapless fools-
Thinking I could persuade her;
I would not dare.
Her eyes were the color of insanity.
Dwelling in world without pain,
Without lies,
Without you-
Hey, that's my old WritingJunkie.net fairie. But I replaced her with Frillie the Dragon because I didn't want the photographer to get me. Somebody's started a rumor that I'm rich, you know? ;-) Loved this poem, Retta. You always have the right writes. ~~Nordette
Oh this mystical, magical beautiful poem leaves me stunned with its brilliance!
I love THE COLOR OF HER EYES!
~ Mari
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on March 22, 2005
Love, love loved this!!! This is the kind of fantasy I like. I hate the kind with a thousand words that it seems the author uses because they think them to be obscure. This is almost like loking at something pretty, yet the personality/attitude of the main character is great, I wanted to say, "You go girl!" The first verse is my fave.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on March 21, 2005
We all have that fine line..
Excellent, stunning, poetry Retta...
Bravo Retta
For this fantastic wrtie
So Well Penned, An excellent piece
"They came to me then
These hapless fools
Thinking I could persuade her
I would not there."
Awesome insight throughout the whole write
Such thoughts and expressions in MY hands would be destruction personified. In your mind and pen they give a beautifully written expose of insanity - from the inside looking out. Wonderful write - a good one for each of us to ponder. - Bill
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 20, 2005
So true, how some would rather stay in the mundane of known, than take a positive risk, leading to a meaningful magical life...
To love will someday mean pain. To not love is to never feel or live..
Every positve opportunity one should jump..
Very talented poem..
Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)
Reviewed on March 20, 2005
nice place to live huh, but a beauty confined as this, might seem such a waste too, and then to meaningfully dance around her, great write, Al
Deeply moving, Retta. And who's to say what "sanity" is. Sounds to me like I'd rather be in her space. Thank you for this soul-stirring offering. Love and peace. Regis
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'Better Without You'is a compelling narrative that explores the complexities of an affair, hidden secrets, and abuse. It also highlights a daughter's heartfelt journey as she cares for her mother who is battling dementia.
Excellent work
SAD I MISSED THIS WRITE ...
Regards
Sanilnath G
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I love THE COLOR OF HER EYES!
~ Mari
Excellent, stunning, poetry Retta...
on well! G
So soulfully deep; so soulfully perfect ... exceptional verse!!
Best wishes,
Robert
Love from India - Joel -
Love Tinka
For this fantastic wrtie
So Well Penned, An excellent piece
"They came to me then
These hapless fools
Thinking I could persuade her
I would not there."
Awesome insight throughout the whole write
William ....Peace & Love
Peace and sunshine
Take care,
Sherry
It is a habit of yours.
Incredible.
John
guess she had a haven
and a reason.....excellent........pax A
To love will someday mean pain. To not love is to never feel or live..
Every positve opportunity one should jump..
Very talented poem..
the same conclusions. perhaps insanity is where
its at;-) Exceptional poetry!
etw
POWERFUL, emotive poetry--stunningly penned!
(((((HUGS))))) and love, Karla. :)
Ron