The Wordsmith's Song

Happy Friday!!

He laid her to rest in a bath of his brightest verse

Still growing hair propped under a poetic pillow of Christ and despair

Her fingers circled in the finest agony, neatly inscribed in fourteen karat metaphor

Her bosom draped in sonnets that would make Hera blush

You sleep now love

God save me

And eat in filigreed finery

God save me

I'll weep for your ghost

God save me

And companionship lost

God Save me

Take with you these words that I sing

Amen

They are all that I have to give

Christ....amen

He kissed her forehead with senryu lip gloss, cherry

And brushed her hair back with yesterdays melancholy sunset blazing

Her skin was as cold as a Russian winter, inked with an icicle

But her memory was as fresh as a teens infatuated lovers glance

Goodbye dear love

God save me

And fly with lightning bug splendor

God save me

I'll toast your soft touch

God save me

And companionship lost

God save me

Take with you these words that I sing

Amen

They are all that I have to give

Christ....amen

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

hey next time just cut my head off! holy crap this is sadly gut wrenchingly beautiful my heart just fell out of my chest and told me to f**k off Im going to Crowley's house then gave a brief pause and then told me he always thought I was a second rate poet pump your own blood you stupid bunny!

[Lorry]

Its the senryu lip gloss that gets me too, every time.
A very apt title sir, as i take from your words that we create an ongoing creative narrative of our lives and those that touch it. We can be the romantic fopp, or a brutal misrepresentation of vengeance, and at least four more things in between.
You have given me an idea for killing off all of pasts ghosts, by killing them off in the most ridiculous of ways.
Ps... I'm guessing my romantic fopp mode is having trouble uploading 😀

[DIVYA]

We can do so much with words. That's the joy of writing. We can kill and we can resurrect. We can strip and we can adorn. In a million, unique, mind-blowing ways. Interesting word choice and imagery, Crowley. My favorite being, "Her bosom draped in sonnets that would make Hera blush" That to me was stunning! Enjoyed thoroughly.

[Spandan]

This is like the fourth poem I'm reading of yours, when did you realise your style of writing?
And how do I find mine?

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

This has been a roller coaster day. I'll pretend it's Friday...the tear in the corner of my somber eyes say
I must leave for a while...I will return with higher spirits and maybe even some cotton candy reviews. This piece needs no flashy text or words in wisdom...its all there. Bellisimo!

[light and ashes]

This is gorgeous. It has a lot of unique and intricate wording.

[Crowley]

Thanks for driving by!!! I really appreciate it!!!

[light and ashes]

It is no problem! I thoroughly enjoyed them! You are so good!

[barleygirl]

This is literally dripping with creativity! Wow! I wish I could let my mind go on such an uninhibited tear! The places you take us are so bizarre & yet clearly thoughtful, so it ends up being thought-provoking, over & over as we’re reading along with interest. My very favorite verse starts: “He kissed her forehead . . .” – that is killer word crafting packed with fresh imagery! (((HUGS))) Fondly Margie

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was spiritually beautiful and sadly mournful. We mourn for ourselves thus we plead for our salvation in a moment of grief or despair. But in the believer lies the greater hope that all things are resurrected and even heaven and earth are to be refashioned and reborn in perfection. The travail of labor is nothing when compared to the birth of a child. I greatly enjoyed the read.

[Crowley]

Thanks man!!!