Where Wasteland Meets The Mind

he’s still there…

 
At a chosen, tranquil idyll,
she rests her weary limbs,
lets real experience,
compete with intruding dreams,
romantic encounters,
on factual and fictitious themes.
 
As amber leaves,
cascading in gusting breeze,
slowly submerge her,
sensuous links to deeper instincts,
facilitate a parallel occurrence;
concentration increases,
definable lines are eradicated,
woman and Nature,
become as one, incorporated!
And there is calm.
 
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

 

 

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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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