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The Nightshade
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The Nightshade |
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poe Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 180Heading to China 
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A budding rose dipped in ink The nightshade now blooms Spinning a soliloquy. That time forgot A stone on its shoulder A nightingale in its heart All the same to this shadow Virtue vanquished vicariously Leaving this fleeting sheet in the wind Haunting the night hours Of our daylight fantasies A creature lost in the hourglass With no need of prayers Only its own contempt A victim lying upon a dagger. Convulsions of fiction spill forth In time it turns to sand With the sun soon to follow Living in the aftermath of being A wilted blossom on top a stead Robes covering it deeds Aching in its heart Yet a yearning to be Tremors of my mortality. Spilling forth from its mouth. Regret reshaped and rescheduled Rumoured to be more In a moment, it was lost. Yet the tides have made their bed The pages have been burned The book never read Laid to rest in the back of the mind The words have lost their meaning In this ever present yesterday Fantasies diluted beyond recognition Patiently waiting as the days grow colder Afore gone conclusion That never materialized A forgotten realm Written upon its pages The nightshade lives on In its demise. Tomorrow comes for those who fear it. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
There are many very beautiful poetic lines in this thought provoking poem. Love, Margherita |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Oh, but it is a good day, finding your words here. Nice to see you again, poet Poe! Will you be staying for a while? |
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