Tangled

candied sap trickles from tongue

diffident lips gently parting

i’m teased by the sun

molten, golden

drips forth a dulcet delirium

.

an epicentre of entanglement

begins with you

radiating out, web strands soused with dew

insect shells, hollowed, glisten

wreath of wings, behold, frisson

.

perhaps a state of langour

teased by dissonant breeze

vacant exoskeleton

cell coffin of could be’s

 

perhaps a chrysalis dormant

wings moist with vestigial fold

preparing to unfurl, unveil`

our desirous destiny untold

 

76 thoughts on “Tangled”

  1. Words drip like dew drops from your deft pen, Lady D! Your thoughts are so well worded, yet preserving the tender essence of poetry and communicating the meaning to your audience. Your talent is unparalleled, unmatched, unique! β€πŸ’•

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    1. Thank you for your exquisitely worded…ever humbling appreciation dear Isha! In this piece I was contemplating the web of personal entanglements: sometimes we are fed upon and left as remnants …. but we flew directly into the tantalizing, hypnotic pattern!
      Sometimes we hang hoping for an unexpected burst of butterfly possibilities!
      🌸 πŸ¦‹ ❀️😘😘

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      1. An out of character, Monday night write never felt so good as when graced by your kindly comments! I can retire nourished by your effervescent exclamations! πŸ˜ŒπŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ’œπŸ’œ

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    1. Dear Ivor, sending warm thoughts your way from a sweltering summer eve north of the Equator. Always so grateful for your sweet input ❀

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      1. Thanks Diana, yes it’s been a cold winter here in Geelong. And my computer has crashed and I’m not back in business for another 8 days, it’s hard work on my little phone and my TV smart box. 😊 😊 ❀️

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      2. A computer failure for a blogger is akin to loss of a limb! I hope the day is at least blue sky and birds singing … and maybe the Cats are winning some games?

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      3. Whoa that’s down to the wire! Miss Aussie rules up here … one of the world’s most exciting sports! Go Kangaroo’s hehe!!

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      1. Hi Charlie … your poetry is way to out there for me … πŸ™‚ For some readers we might need assistance in the interpretation…. Although I love reading ” β€˜Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
        Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
        All mimsy were the borogoves,
        And the mome raths outgrabe.” out loud lol

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      2. I try to assist my readers with interesting interpretations of my work.

        I do understand that is way out there. That’s how I love to communicate with my way of poetry. I’ve tried the other way, and it just doesn’t speak to me.

        Thank you, Diana for giving my work a chance. Stay tune for my next poem. πŸ™‚

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      3. Readers do enjoy your words Charlie, there is no doubt …. and you must remain true to your style for it is a reflection of your true self.
        I will indeed stay tuned 😊🌸

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      1. Good morning to you new friend! I was very excited to find your blog … and French is not necessary in the least, although it is very classy 😊🌸

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    1. I draw your words close on a warm summer evening … they refresh me to the core, beautiful soul! So pleased to know you πŸ™πŸ»πŸ’œπŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈ

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      1. Reading your beautiful words fills my evening with the glowing happiness inside outside! πŸ”†πŸ˜‡πŸ”†May this happiness become the generous rain and pour down where it is most needed. Grateful to know you.πŸ’—πŸŒ

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