Acceptance of art, assertiveness in beauty…even betrayal leads to blame near this blazing hearth.

How can a blind brat be brave, living in this broken bubble like a greenhouse carrot?

Chains don’t change, like a child at Christmas…clever compassion!

Always coping & carrying.

 

Cursed was the darkness, dawn was gone for days. Delusions & despair wrapped in destiny or dream.

Driven to drowning in faith & fantasy…with a father full of fear, searing fears in flames.

Flying free in a friendship of the future…glass houses of grandeur, hiding this happy heart.

 

A history of hope with a hopeless romantic.

The in-between injustice belies the joy of a ‘kalopsia’.

Have you not realized the lie in this life? Listen: Love is nature and night.

Pain is a paradox. Parents are the past. Patience is peace.

 

People tend towards perseverance. We lean to prophecy and questions.

Like a rebel rising over rubbish rules, we sacrifice the seer for his shame.

So we can sleep.

Smiles from a snake, a son with a soul. Stars on a stick, no strength from this Sun.

 

Surrender your tears, cry ‘tempus fugit’! The virtues of time lie in this tin of truth…

Van Gogh knew a virago, in his war and in his weakness.

Wishing women of wonder were much more than their years.

 

© The Secret Poetess (not rhyming!), May 2017

NB: This ‘free verse’ was created using all the word ‘tags’ on my secret site for your reading pleasure…and my poetry quest. Well…I had to try not to rhyme, sometime!

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