Have you ever lost your heart in the hems of broken cursives?
It’s a mystic realm that draws you in… like a black hole is known to snatch the world away.
To the people of stones and metal, it may seem like forbidden magic when a poet holds your hand and walks you through the dark.
They chant to the silent tunes of truths and wonders; and scream at the sight of lies and vows.
Vows… let’s talk about them! They belong to the grey world of lack and lustre. You may have vowed your world to the orphan, or… You may have betrothed your misery to power.
Either way… it’s a town of beauty! The finesse lures you in a blink… and you fall!
After all, who would not fall for ‘slavery’ over ‘self’? Humans do!
So, when a poet spins metaphors around a dead log of wood, and her avowal calls it ‘Ivory’… you buy it!
Why? Because we buy into words.
Our eyes have grown too tired, now that we have chased the light for ages… ‘Lack’ sounds like peace!
I enjoyed your evocations very much.
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Thank you so much Michael! I am so glad you like my work! 🙂
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“To the people of stones and metal, it may seem like forbidden magic when a poet holds your hand and walks you through the dark.” Awesome line.
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That is my favorite line too! I am so glad you like it. 😊❤
Thanks for reading! 🙂
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Beautiful 👌❤
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Thank you so much! So glad you like it! 😊❤
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Thank you so much for linking :)❤
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Good one….
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Thank you so much 🙂
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You are welcome
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