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Stratosphere

 

two icicles

that know the secrets of my spine

vertebrae that weep away the night

the memory of words written

fade,murky   shadow of lost things,

vanish into the sublime stratosphere.

ink that wrote upon my parchment

rusted feelings corroded by the turning

crisp petal that eternally curls within the page,

a love poem that the sky breathed,

still reflected in my pulse

the piercing needle point azure of my eyes

submerged in the depths of fragrant wood,umber

light luster of parted passion

to know like once known.

I dream this frosty enchantment,

the chilled trail of those two icicles.

I still let in to haunt me, hollow me.

All for you,my dearest.

We shall meet again,

dancing on the moonlight,

dunked in the stratosphere.

As you can see, with this poem, I ended up using more than one picture to go along with what I wrote. I wanted to choose only one so as to let the words speak for themselves but I fell in love with the imagery and the words together. What are your thoughts?

Thank you for reading and giving me your opinions and comments.

-Eva M.M

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

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Author:

I am the author of 1withthepen.wordpress.com and am currently working on a book of poems. To find out more check out my about me page as well as my page about my blog and welcome to the ink angels community.

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