Field Of Crimson Daffodils

Just is as it is.

Deep in fleshy part of the heart

where blood runs amok,

she is lost in dense forest of arteries

colliding with clueless branches

while echoing beat resounds

                                        

                                        Choking...

She see's daffodils swaying

in a story she had no part in

crimson daffodils fading

not yet quite diminished,

Where does virginity of love finish?

Snared in retina of his eye

blink and she slides to parallel world

of worded disguise

and she cries

           forbiddingly

scented promises are lullabies

cradling his skin

loved you since the beginning

when her heart took you in

Serve me up

          Lay me down

                    Shred every whisper

                              Banish lingering doubt

                                        Shroud me in mystery

                                                   Bind my head

                                                            Make not me a fool

                                                                      Settle this debt

                                                                                Allow me to regret

                                                                                         What I cannot Forget

Fashioned him a key

Welded in dark nights

Possession, possessed,

                            where she undressed in a field of crimson daffodils

                                                                         Swaying with her bloody sun.

Toss and turn but

twist me no more

in this house of cruel diversity

even out floor's

balance the walls

Bring back the sun so I cry no more.

Reviews

[moonbeam40]

This poem I have read several times, and will read several times more, it definately belongs in a library, for all to read it, such depth of emotion and imagry, flows with such words, I just love it, keep writing Bubo, lots of love Moonbeam xxx

[MuSe Ampoule]

Oooh brilliant. Love the dark flow of this and the structure works so well...like stairs leading to the basement of emotions.

[Amy Bumpas]

This is beautiful, and what a picture you painted. I felt like
I was swaying, falling until no more. Love the picture as well.

[Robin]

a poetic quest beginning from the roiling depths of the heart , a simple desire to once again feel the sun ...

your poetry envelopes the reader

[Perception Shapes Poetr..]

sensational piece! submission to a power given away thru trust; someone come save and savour

[TamiViolet]

It's nice to hear from you again Bubo. 'crimson daffodils'...quite vivid and very sad yet beautiful.

[Arthur Henn]

I'm in awe to what I've just read, my heart is pounding with the excitement of the way your words flow in this canvas of beautiful cascading words.

This was a wonderful read - Bubo - Thank You

[My Fair Lady]

How I miss you when you go away.. This is tremendous. I love every phrase, every detail.

[rpish]

I loved this every word, Loved the picture as well. This is wonderful

[Dream Weaver]

Surreal and fragrant imaging as referred to
in the title daffodil. I really enjoyed this
beautifully written piece… Well done.