Where Wasteland Meets The Mind

life ticks on

 
 
Unobtrusively,
at a chosen, tranquil idyll,
she rests her weary limbs,
lets real experience,
compete with intruding dreams;
 
recollections, and imagined scenes,
romantic encounters,
on factual and made-up themes.

Sinking deeper within,
with links sensuously lingering,
amber leaves, shaking in gusting breeze,
cascade an incantation, a monastic chant,
and in soothing pauses in between,
equilibrium is achieved.
 
While she can’t ignore
Autumn’s nostalgic embers,
intrinsic healing still bewilders.
 
Opening her eyes, she’s alone,
dusk is dimming
both vision and mind.
 
No wiser, but stronger,
she rises, and
backtracks home.

 

 
Goth:November:2018

 

 

© Gothicman 2018
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Ifyouplease
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very good, great ending, this has some sort of eroticism in it, may be my idea. usually an idea that doesn’t work for me, but this particular poem has some serious mojo. oh yeah

well done!

Omecronon12
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I took the liberty of promoting this Pieces. Maybe my sense of humour didn’t work last weekend. Wonderful piece.

Pelequininwonderland
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Colourful emotive strong and passionate piece that flows so well, great write

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