- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Prisms
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Click hereBefore the sun fully wakes,
Edges are illusion,
Separateness,
A lie.
In the mirror,
A reflection without a face,
Gossamer hues
Permeating skin.
A ghostly apparition,
One with the chair,
The table, the room,
The sky.
Coral floats in sea foam green,
Turquoise burns flame orange,
Magenta bleeds bright vermillion,
And marigold folds into plum.
I am a body
And no body,
Everything and nothing,
At once.
Then the sun wakes,
And landscapes
Crack
In stark relief.
A hand is a hand,
A chair is a chair,
A face is a face,
Withheld.
But at night’s dawn,
A dream’s erase,
A prism,
Beholding other prisms,
Once more.
- COMMENTS
BlissMara12 months agoomg, the lushness of the colors bleeding into colors in your fourth stanza is just incredible! I keep rereading, and visualizing. And, the movement in your poem, from "ghostly apparitions" to "dream's erase" is absolutely stunning. Your writing is so gentle, subtle, ethereal, lulling the reader in washes of color and place, that the power of the message is always such an amazing, unexpected surprise. 5*
Alitaptap12 months agoAuthor@GoldFreya Thank you so much! ❤️
@Anon Thank you for taking the time to comment and let me know ❤️
Anonymousabout 1 year agoAmazing! I love the use of words & the incredible imagination of this writer. Really beautiful!!
GoldFreyaabout 1 year agoI really like the feelings in the shift from "gossamer" and "illusions" to "stark relief" and your brilliant descriptions in between. A five stars poem.
