Drink to me
your delusion
I keep hope alive
reality's intrusion
taste my faith
your resolution
I bleed the greys
harboring confusion
harboring confusion
absorb my strength
breathe its misconception
I mask the pain
denying restitution
embrace the spider's kiss
there is no more than this.
(c) Dahlia Ramone: November 5, 2016
This was written for Blogophilia Week 37.9
Topic: More Than This
Bonuses:
Hard (2 pts): Quote Pablo Picasso ("Drink to me")
Easy (1 pt): Incorporate "the sands of time" (I did not)
Lovely piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Christopher :)
DeleteWOW!!!! I have missed your poetry. This is just exquisite, with a hint of darkness...which you know I adore! Love you! <3
ReplyDeletelol! I knew you'd appreciate the dark vibe. Thank you :) Love you tons!! <3
Deletelove the mood of this one..beautiful intensity is your specialty!!! xo
ReplyDeleteAwww, thanks. It did end up a little intense - lol!
DeleteLove you!
There are fine lines between semblance and substance. You manage to cascade either option here in your exceptional poem.
ReplyDeleteYou are always so good to me. That's just one of the reasons I'm mad about you ;)
DeletePerfect!
ReplyDelete7 points Earthling! :)
Martien
I barely got it written in time for you. Thanks for the points, Martian Dude ;)
DeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Sallon. Glad you thought so :)
DeleteIf eternity were to be found in a spiders kiss then a drink of its deceiving bliss would suffice. And your words would hold true..I think I will have to add your poem to my favorites. Loved this
ReplyDeleteThat was very sweet to say, Clarice. I am happy that you loved this little poem :)
DeleteDollface, I love love love your poems!
ReplyDeleteIrene
Thanks, dollface :D
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