She wears an element of madness,
Like a cloak about her breast,
And has known from childhood’s hour
She is different from the rest.
She plays with words
Like building blocks,
Creating a world of her own,
A place of metaphors and similes
Instead of flesh and bone.
She waltzes gaily in her madness
And twirls to the pulsing beat
That lets her forget—for at least a moment—
The bloodied swords beneath her feet.
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A symbolical impressionistic-surreal exoteric picture... "Dementia" is painted with the colors of the ontological rainbow.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Peace,
Dan
Powerfully imaged and felt; well done.
(((UGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Be safe,
Karen