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Solanaceae |
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Stitches Member
since 2009-11-27
Posts 159United Kingdom |
Orb of crimson hue Whose power wrought Sapphire shades with light, Do you pull the clouds to you, Merely to sear their drifts from sight? Scarlet star, caressing earth from times behind my sleeping eyes, You paint sunflower faces with blushes and wishes, that follow your journey to faraway places. You live in the breath of every tree though they live jaded by your light, And as your haunting songs resound, I wonder how they think you trite- As I must wait for Sunscape to fade, For you to creep into my cave a while and stay, to sear my shadowed form with unspent heat you kept at bay. We burn as twilight reigns Consuming stolen shade. I continue to wish, But you cannot stay on land, And though I clutch your rays They crumble as feathers, Between my pale hands. 'I feel like an animal, and I don't think that I get it. But one day I'll see you around.' |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Gabrielle, a lovely write. Thank you so very much for sharing your visions. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
I like the mystery in this, it goes well with the way you have formed your lines and stanzas. I find , in with the mystery, a bit of danger.. After all some members of Solancaeae, are poisonous.. are narcotic. I am assuming much here, and am probably wrong..but here goes "Scarlet star, caressing earth from times behind my sleeping eyes,.." Perhaps the offspring of nightshade (Atropa belladonna) has something to do with a state of mind? Is the lovely red berry of that member of the Solanaceae family the culprit? Or perhaps "beladonna" is the scapegoat word for some more powerful drug, or feeling? "We burn as twilight reigns Consuming stolen shade. I continue to wish, But you cannot stay on land" Another thought, is that this is about a tryst, and love can only have its moments, before one of the two must fly away? Whatever the poem is saying, I like the way it speaks. |
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Stitches Member
since 2009-11-27
Posts 159United Kingdom |
Thank-you so much! It's really interesting to hear different interpretations. And you are indeed along the right lines, if there are any right lines to be followed. It can be taken any way, but you have scratched at the hidden autobiographical meaning of it. Glad you enjoyed it. 'I feel like an animal, and I don't think that I get it. But one day I'll see you around.' |
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