It’s time to play with another poet’s words…mine! I took words from my first book, Wake Up a Woman. I hope you enjoy them and find them inspiring!
Here are your words:
static
woman
kindling
embracing
banister
vain
clasp
curtains
gunshot
stubborn
relative
ruins
sprung
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Wake up woman
The curtains are enclosed
To keep astray
The sun’s vicious ray.
A relative tranquility cleaves the air…
Wake up woman!
I watch your static livid feline silhouette
Gasping and panting frenzied
Upon the scorching kindling of a flu,
Embracing its blazing chimeras…
Wake up woman!
In your silk negligee
You lay in the arms of a stubborn Chaos.
You remove the golden clasp
And thy pitch black hair
Falls slowly, in a burlesque dance,
Upon thy diaphanous breasts…
Wake up woman!
Twisting spasms sprung into the bedstead’s pastel
With you its darkness in ruins;
A banister to reality shatters
In reflections of oneself –
Wake up woman!
You crave for redemption,
You seek your halo and your wings…
Gone into the abyss!
No door to heavens open!
No window to pass you into other worlds!
Resurrection is a chilling sinner,
I am its viral saint!
Feel the roaring gunshot of my kisses and
“Wake up woman!”
© 15 March 2016 Vlad Teodor Petcu @ Visele unui insomniac
http://viseleunuiinsomniac.blogspot.ro/2016/03/wake-up-woman.html
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“You lay in the arms of a stubborn chaos. ” Stunning!
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Hero Mum!
It became a snap shot
like the muzzle flash
sprung forth from gunshot.
The static image
seen through my eyes.
became imprinted
into my soul.
A woman in ruins
hung from her
draped curtains
tightly embraced
screaming down
across the bannister
kindling a fire
for the life of her child.
Clasped to her chest.
Her escape was not in vain.
©Ranting Crow2014-’16
A ReverieJournal exclusive.
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Wow! “Hung from her draped curtains ” what an image!
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An image that I can recall in vivid colours. As flames passed her naked body holding on to her children.
It were your words this time to trigger this memory and write it down best I know how.
I am so happy to hear you were to see through my eyes. Big hugs
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