Daisy bloom,
Pretty one,
Kiss on your cheek
From the evening’s gloom.
Porcelain skin,
Soft carnation, you sound
Like a boy’s dream
Come true.
Still the smell of
Sorrow runs in your thin hair.
What is it, in your eyes?
Doleful doll, melancholic darling,
Your silent pout
Is deafening…
Via today’S Word of the Day; Doleful
Wow. This one hit me hard. Just saying. I could almost feel myself in that porcelain prison.
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Thank you Lynn. I am sorry you relate to that porcelain prison, but I hope you are not suffering too much from it! *big hugs*
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This evokes many feelings of sympathy, sadness, and even regret. Not sure why regret. But… well done Cyranny!
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Interesting that you felt regret in this piece… Maybe it is the regret of not being able to understand or help… 😉 I’ll leave the thought pending, but I think you saw something there 🙂 Thank you for the kind words! xx
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Very moving, well done!
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Thank you, Joy 🙂 I am glad you enjoyed this! xx
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Beautiful as always, Sis!
Your writing is as smooth as porcelain.
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Thank you Biff 🙂 Your recent A&A post made me want to revisit my Rodin pictures… I almost chose a shot of ”The kiss”, but I changed my mind at the last minute.
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My pleasure!
And we should always go with what moves us most. Our instincts are usually spot-on.
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I agree… the greatest stories start with a tickle of the heart 🙂
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You’re so very right! Otherwise there is really no point in writing at all.
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🙂
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