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To be an envelope,
contain an ethereal message,
purple connotations,
cinquains linked, metonymes
like red leaves piled
by silk thread narration's
slanting script.
Ever so slightly intriguing imperfection
in the ink sunk to papyrus inside.
An ideal illusion of seal.
A destination,
destined to be torn.
But now a strange container,
paper thin wall enigma.
Shielding hope and hunger
side by side, letter by letter.
Sealed with a kiss, with a prayer;
Godspeed, dear Hermes.
Be my wings, speak for me,
watch those eyes follow
where I can't see.
To be a promise,
a courier on archaic wings, a song
between four eyes
and one pen glowing.
I was brought up to keep my negative thoughts to myself. Some weren’t brought up the same way I see.
Besides that point, your words painted a beautiful image of literary images in my mind. I appreciate that you shared your work of art . Be kind.
This was very beautiful. I enjoyed this because of its deep sense of wit and rhetoric. Thank you for sharing. :)
This has always been one of my favorite poems here on Lit. So, I faved it once again.
Fabulous poetry!
I see someone has a jealously problem. Tsk tsk to the asshole. :)