Our Lost Emotion

Children silhouettes unstill in the wood

Blank of color amongst this vibrant world

Playing hide and seek

Their whispers vibrate light and seep

Through the vines tight mesh, they penetrate

Whilst their feet impaled and flesh sustained

They’re smiles stay fresh, untainted, and unstained

A curious wonder

A miraculous fine translucent powder

Coats this land without a sounds low mutter….

 

Green sparkling humidity

Soft wood in high relief

High on vanity the stream of clear perfection

Fruits of ultimate satisfaction

Wildlife of strange decent and as harmless as the gentle breeze

Overlays the warmest toast delivered by an early dusk sun

Whose beams have blasted through every imperfection, in this forest of Eden

 

A young boy of four got hungry and ate an apple, then stumbles

He tripped and fell down the hill

The others didn’t notice, couldn’t notice

After hours, his eyes regain focus

In awe, while lifting himself from the surrounding ruble

He finds himself in front of a lost emotion

A fleeting feeling, memories fading, and then regaining

So he can recall its beauty once again for one briefer second

 

It was at first cold and brought upon a sweat

It was bitter then became sweet

It posed a type of conflict toward the body’s natural defenses

It was then accepted as if it was a long lost, lifelong friend

It was deceiving yet it couldn’t be rejected

It was a feeling that never wanted to end

It insisted to be harms deflection

It was a feeling that never wanted to end

It lasted for a mere second

 

And quick as it came….

The urge for it to return was his last decision

 

Motivation turned quickly toward despair

Long past joyous experience transitioned instantly into regret

The game of escape became the heart of hell’s deceit

That feeling was part of something he’d never forget

Relating to its mannerist portrait, he couldn’t ever kill the sight of its face smiling faintly, always in his day and night frights

Its warning, its foresight into the future, an alternate entity

It was a threat, which he couldn’t right

It turned to night, still unable to make heads or tails of it

It was a threat he fought with all his might

 

Slight amnesia, delusional, paranoid

Stuck in a hole with protruding worms from the circular tube cavity he could not escape

An unfamiliar underground

The others stare in fascination, and then came up with a solution

Having every log of wood dedicated to each day of lost perfection due to his persistent obsession  

Only one strike was all it took to fuel the heat

For his ashes

The lost feeling, that fleeting joy, became one with him with every stroke from their brushes

With his ashes, his love, its absence, his imperfection

The portrait of his stolen emotion regained the lost balance

An extravagant reunited all-encompassing fragrance

Overwhelmed all sense once again

 

My abstract:

Love has an attraction, it has to be stolen, it’s like an untamed sin from within perfection, and after, crumbles your reality dream then departs; stapling you with a lifelong addiction

Love the lost emotion of our day, rejoins the mirror of what appears to be a fictional alternate universe barely out of reach, within the two dimensional illusion of a canvas of distorted paint

Like surprises; better to have both absence and presence, than a non-existence

A nonexistence which is becoming more and more true

An ugly hue

Reviews

[FugitiveBalloons]

I really love this, the style and the imagery it set in my mind. My favorite was actually the beginning. It made me miss playing games outside instead of what I do now which is driving everywhere or taking a train here and there. Actually being outside is what I miss most. Anyway enough of me(ha), I really enjoyed reading this. Keep up the very excellent work. I enjoy reading your poems.

[Vinyl Affair]

I really enjoy your style and the flow of this poem! I agree with the last comment, it made me actually miss being a little bit younger and playing outside more often then I am now.. obviously, however, keep up the good work!

[Victoria Thornton]

Interesting. I could not stop reading it!

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