Rouge Burnished Soul

         Rouge burnished, ardent soul,

                   butterflies inflate the heart

    billow above the furor 

 and disquietude

close your eyes

         in wakeful slumber

      glean a thousand kisses

                        & marshmallow doves

masterpiece

         within soul's empty vessel

portal of delirium

                 and fine red wine

images

                         of crystalline apertures 

                        to Arcadia

whirling

                          on a frenzied bed

                                     of plumose embraces

promises

                  of purple cloud nine abodes

abandon

                  the rootlessness of veracity

~floating~

                             on the breast 

                           of an angel's arousal

                                                              

Reviews

[Jack...]

Quite beautiful, serene and sensual all in a neat little package.

Rouge burnished, ardent soul,
butterflies inflate the heart
billow above the furor
and disquietude

I love this opening verse, how could one stop reading with an entrance like this?

glean a thousand kisses
& marshmallow doves

The stuff that dreams are made of. It seems I may not be the only romantic around here. Very beautifully done.

[Frieda P]

Awh thanks Jack, I have my moments! Love the 'little package', review, much appreciated.

[Jack...]

That's the funny thing about poetry, it is something we can not hide behind for it sets us out in full view of the world. :)

[Frieda P]

OH gawd, now I feel absolutely naked! lol ;-P

[Jack...]

Nice to see you again...

[Frieda P]

LOL!

[David Scott]

The mix of hard and soft metaphores here makes this write interesting. "Burnished" yet "floating". Much like the love of a woman who must press on wfter the world has pressed her love down. She lifts up and offers her "breast" as a platform to feel love again.
A very nice poem this afternoon Frieda!

[Frieda P]

I love it when you can read me David. Thanks! ;-)

[John]

"images
of crystalline apertures
to Arcadia"
How I wish I could live in the hills and glades of Arcadia.
Beautifully written.

[Frieda P]

Thanks John, nice of you to read me, and don't we all? ;-)

[John]

you'd be surprised. some people prefer Metropolis over Arcadia.

[John]

don't steal that from me lol

[Frieda P]

I'll try to control myself. ;-)

[Michael G.]

Lovely, elegant. I would have never thought to put "marshmallow doves" together... but they do go well.
Very nice.

[Frieda P]

Ha, thanks Michael, made sense in my head anyway. ;-)

[KAOlmsted]

Ooh la la ;-) Love it.

[Frieda P]

Le merci, vous savez que je vous adore kimmer ;-)

[KAOlmsted]

Holy cats, I was just thinking about you...and you magically appeared in my little green notes ;-) I love that this is the last thing I'll read before logging off. I know it ;-) Me too, you. Night.

[Frieda P]

Night? Who you kidding, it's early, I know exactly what you're up to the kimmer! ;-) xo

[KAOlmsted]

Guilty ;-)

[Frieda P]

Had no doubt ;-P

[DIVYA]

You do effortlessly elegant and pretty imagery as is evident in this poem again.
" butterflies inflate the heart" - vow!

"frenzied bed
of plumose embraces" - vow!

And the rest of the poetry is just as delectable. It would take me a 100 years to get so inspired!

[Frieda P]

Oh thanks Divya, that was my favorite, 'frenzied bed of plumose embraces' too! Damn spell checker kept changing it! ;-)

[Lover Of Words]

lose your eyes
in wakeful slumber
glean a thousand kisses
& marshmallow doves

the whole poem is breath taking but this is fabulous! Nice work

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Kelsey, so happy you enjoyed it, those marshmallow doves will get you every time! ;-)

[Lover Of Words]

Oh i love marshmellow doves :-)

[Frieda P]

;-)