Irreproachable

The mastered times too late

Shaking all remains

Of a moment

Sleeping may

Wasted towers wait 

to

A lock 

Forever the trial of love 

Would Fight

The Spills of day

Upon you 

to

Feeling so bright

Close those eyes 

to

A paler green

Roses forevermore 

A ring of romance

A benevolence

To 

keep

Kneeling on life 

Asking away

Through dreams

Drifting away 

to

Farther years

A part of her

The eternal miracle

Upon ripples 

to

Crystal blue

 

Reviews

[Nisreen]

Fab........................

[Jeyanthi]

It seems like a tie to marriage in towers, to lock all dreams she wished for...
A part of her dreams just left on water and emitting ripples on water.....
Lol... your poem and words are inspiring... tat leaves the reader to come up with their own version...

[Pete]

i think she desires a perfect love that eludes her. she has seemingly had it before but something always goes wrong because she hasn't 'mastered' it yet. perhaps she tries too hard. she needs to be patient and just let it happen in it's own time instead of forcing it and ruining it. just my take but what do i know ... :)

[B]

Lol
Can i say no - no one figured this one out !

[Einstein Noodle]

Lingering! I must admit this one does not do me ;) I simply do not understand .. can not find a foothold on rhythm .. I like the splash of rhyme ... imaging for me is confused ... I know there is something in there that you are wanting to say but the obscurity keeps me from relating ... :( great pic ... title is very powerful ... :) would like more clarity of theme
E.

[B]

Cool
Thanks

[barleygirl]

I admit, I'm not good at interpreting nuanced poetry, so I hope for another reviewer to help me get a clue! *wink! wink!* Now I'm on my own! OK, I got sensations that are so far outside my world of experience that I'm not even sure what I was imagining as I read your poem. In a debutante-like situation, a girl feels flawed but keeps her flaws to herself, play-acting the irreproachable life she's expected to flaunt, given her station in life. At some point, she BECOMES this imaginary perfect model catch, so that marriage sweeps her into a perfect Stepford wife role. Clearly, this comes across to me as ironic, since every perfect life harbors hidden tortures. Thank you for another opportunity to stretch my ability to imagine outside the dots of literal readings! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[B]

Thanks for your visit and review