All the locks in the sky
Gloss my lips to a pompous shine
The debris in mauve heart voids
Is of timid lights in life
Silken sheen’s dance on rust
Sequins sewn into heavy crusts
Slippery slope’s thrills of a sled
Glasses in the traces of dread
Summer sun rains bright gold
Crowning the fall in blithe hope
The threshold’s eternal may
My spring of clover for jades
Yet when a fissure’s scar bleeds
It answers to the cracking creed
Life’s flutters of rose and thorn
Cascade ashes in pale warn
All the keys to the sky
Cease my drink of dew divine
Evoking the timid crimson voice
The lit vestiges in life
Excellent word play.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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Great piece, Shruthi.💕
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Thank you!
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My pleasure 💕
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Stunning language and imagery, Shruthi! I absolutely love this poem. “Evoking the timid crimson voice
The lit vestiges in life” What an epic ending line! 💖
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Thank you so much, Jeff!
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You’re welcome, Shruthi! Always!
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Beautiful lines especially ” Life flutters of rose or thorn” so emotional thanks for sharing 🙂😊
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Thank you so much!
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You are welcome 🙂
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Shines with hope. Your descriptions are visceral and appealing in all other ways. Perfect diction and sweet rhyme. You’re a great poet, my friend. 👏💐❤❤💐
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Thank you so much, Lamittan!
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Feel most welcome, my dear friend. 💖
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