THIS IS HOW I WANT TO BE REMEMBERED

REMEMBERING MYSELF

THIS IS HOW I WANT TO BE REMEMBERED

Blue, pink streaks of radiance

peak through dark shades

conscious of daybreak, a glance

bodies twist into a tight white bow

dawn’s breath

scents of last eve’s balmy cologne

my winsome perfume

crusty eyes peep, blossom out

faint whispers of violet tenderness

hour after hour, hesitant to stir

relax the white bow

set in butterfly motion  

 

Reviews

[T.S. Ulmus]

You are quite The talented wordsmith, and the rest of sounding arrogant I would say that this poem vibrates on a very similar frequency as several of my own. The word choice and syntax ring so earily familiar. Low-key read request: check out my poems "the kiss" and "impressions of fall". You'll see what I mean

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for your kind review!
Best, Betty

[emmajoy]

'.. crusty eyes peep, blossom out ~ faint whispers of violet tenderness ~ hour after hour, hesitant to stir..'.

This makes MY senses reel: to be remembered for such words, that glorious picture plus.. for the thoughts and emotions that made you combine such glorious language with a celestial masterpiece

[Betty Hermelee]

OMG!! all those praises, I can't handle it Emma!! Seriously, I appreciate your thoughtful, amazing reviews!! Hugs to you!!! B

[Chris Shaw]

That is certainly a splendid sunset Betty. Your lines stimulate the senses. Sight, sound and smell all activated here. The colours are spectacular and butterflies are so very spiritual. Like this piece very much.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Chris for all your wonderful reviews; great to have you as a friend, peace and happiness, Betty