A bloom in monochrome

A bloom in monochrome

A Poem by grace
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Tis a long story...

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A BLOOM IN MONOCHROME



Meet me again like we met for the first time ,
lost right between the gracious hill of arts.
And run into me introducing the glorious sparks under summer shine,
once again, let me taste the music played by the strings in our hearts.

And this time I wish u read everything out,
before anything that happened takes part in our cloud.
The voices in my head echo your chantings out loud,
and I'm guilty for the way I lied everything I'm about.

And I'm hanging like a streak in the waterfalls,
who doesn't have the count for begging pardons.
Defects are in your eyes that captured my breath in walls,
I guess I was innocent enough to never know I'd be forever trapped in your alluring gardens.

Remember when our train moved to never look back,
that was the time I realized that my stop has been left behind.
And to save your way, I had to gave up mine,
furthermore, I left an incomplete story like an open wound to heal with time.

My vane had turned down to your road,
and my loupes had slinked into your priceless novels.
So to keep my passage the way you wrote,
I had to disappear from wherever your soul ravels.

My blossoms were blooming every day,
and so was the fear, the trepidation, the distress and the crave.
No other gate could be opened by the key I had,
before I couldn't run, I sensed water coming down my caves. 

The past reminiscences tattooed over me, 
I promise daisies and wreaths on your graves and glooms.
And when at your event everybody leaves, 
I'll still be the masquerader stood in the empty ballroom. 

Maybe, taking the fabric off of a green willow is easy for a magician,
stated by my sufferings, its like taking the cape off of me with no further vision.
And, these plants couldn't risk to go inside the house for forever,
there were plans falling off like dominoes and no hands with endeavor.

Inside the broken orbuculums I made,
many congressions were adjourned with no given time.
lies were in its pieces, but were truths inside you,
darkness was its pride, now it has been engraved inside you.

Now those frazzled yet disquieted eyes can look at the other side of the pond,
and so, inside the curtains of my dollhouse for you to be unnerved until end.
There won't be any fireflies and jungles, but opulent horses and castles,
there won't be any jonquil chaplets or unpretentious stones, but gleaming crowns and diamonds.

I left it, thinking your speculations might not be worse than the reality,
but now, in my secure dome, found would be the unembellished truths.
And the reasons that made me surrender my fate and entity,
in the bible of my royal culture, printed is a rule that may wreck you.

Through your misery, I am conferred to that funny melancholic chapter,
for what I saw your hands shaking into the glimmerous darkness.
My dishonesty can't risk to see your face at any time but somehow,
my fragile covers hope that maybe someday your name will glide through the pages of my book again.




Thought I was on a trip to an amusement park,
but all I found here is lonely silence at the top of the Ferris wheels.
Right in the middle of dark grey clouds seeming to start raining stark,
My eyes looked for colors around but all I saw were lucid dreams.

Now, I cant weep cold breeze anymore,
because the only warmth I get is from this fireplace and that would go.
So by the warm dim light, I write letters to who I owe,
then unsailed keep it under my wet pillow.
 
Near the bay window where the fog lays,
also lays the shawl drenched with glows after clearing the glistening dew. 
Across that, visible is a golden dust that I can't touch it through,
maybe my candles were beyond lighted that you knew those tracks were for you.

And to the ones who now may imagine us in monochromatic colors,
there might be some question marks and phrases in eager to be used.
About someone who is a golden dust that belongs to my pocket,
and who's eyes can be read just through the dictionary in my locket.

I found u through something I almost sinked in,
through the reflections, the lights, the echoes, the tears.
We are not same, I am here and I left you there,
you can be someone you want and I'll have your dreams to escape the haunts.

The time you became the outgrowth over all my dispatched presents,
the knives in my fears had to cut you off.
So I finally came out to the sky knowing the thunder won't strike my fragments,
but still everyday the air pinched me soft.

Now I am getting shattered, scattered like autumn leaves,
waiting to be disposed with time.
Also begging for help to take the worn out silence from inside me,
let it go to bloom in some beauty after everything it has ever seen.


~THE END~

© 2024 grace


Author's Note

grace
So this is a poem really really close to my heart. I was nervous if I should post it or shouldn't, because it's kinda really long and a bit personal even if it has nothing to do with what's going on in my life and is all about some characters i created in my head. And I've worked on this poem for a long time and if you read it, please give time to every single line and stanza because the way I've written it, everything has a different meaning and every line has a different story. And I am not sure if I've written it the way it that good that it is understood what i meant to say. So you all can ask me questions about it if you have any, regarding the storyline or story behind the line, and I'll be more than happy to answer them!! Thank you!!

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"Now, I cant weep cold breeze anymore,
because the only warmth I get is from this fireplace and that would go.
So by the warm dim light, I write letters to who I owe,
then unsailed keep it under my wet pillow."

WOW!!! This stanza hit me hard, I know this kind of feeling all too well.
I do like your write, it's personal and that is hard to review when a lot of
feelings are attached. I get that. Sometimes I write to let go of things I am
feeling.

You express yourself well. I love the quality of your write, nicely written
and very well expressed.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

grace

6 Months Ago

Thankyou so much for reading my poem, dear Brandie! Yes, a lot of my feelings are attached to it, an.. read more
Writergurl

6 Months Ago

well, you did an amazing job on this.



Reviews

Oh my... you are special people.

Nice to meet you.

Posted 4 Months Ago


I loved reading this. I'm glad that you decided to post it, even though you were nervous. I appreciate how you put all of your emotions into the piece. I can't wait to read other poems from you. I can tell that this poem is close to your heart; the way you wrote this poem, from the metaphors to the flow of the poem at me locked in from the first line. Continue to write amazing pieces.

Posted 5 Months Ago


I want to unfriend you your stories are not so good.

Posted 5 Months Ago


0 of 2 people found this review constructive.

grace

5 Months Ago

Hi, i'm so sorry if i have offended you in any way. And it's ok if you dont like them. They are just.. read more
You have control on someone to love or leave behind and once you you think you left her don’t be afraid of her again. In a way you left her why do you think you need to think of her what she has to do. If you you really bother then it doesn’t harm to see her back. Don’t Giv free suggestions as if you care it’s not any worth you being so kind.

You might be thinking you have done or spent time In writing but I see her whole life which made you to write in just a month maybe, so my review in 2 mins I didn’t even read the middle, I just read start and finish lines, which made me to write those lines, I don’t want to critique your typo or grammar it just showed you never cared for her that’s why it was and is to write this bloom monochrome. Don’t write people lose hope on people thinking they are no worth. Atleast keep your thoughts in your brain. So people live with hope one day they will see their loved one, maybe a fake or false hope it may so ever be.

Posted 5 Months Ago


grace

5 Months Ago

Actually, this is just about some hypothetical people i created in my head, there is no one that i w.. read more
JessyJacob

5 Months Ago

Twist the tongue is not new sir to you, it makes me smile😃, you are good at it. Keep working! Sor.. read more
Sorry to be so late. I only now saw a read request. For those who ask of me a read request I assume that means a critique, how IMO your writing could be improved so here goes.
1. Go back through and strip out every extraneous word.
2. Never know where the poem will end when you start.
3. Never know what the next line is going to be.
3. Don’t repeat yourself, meaning don’t explain the same feelings or situation over and over. This is not the same as repeating a word or phrase for rhythm or musicality, that’s OK.
4. By the time the poem ends, discover something about yourself you either didn’t know or had forgotten.
5. Play. Enjoy the process.

Hope this helps.

Posted 5 Months Ago


WOW!! This is quite the write here, lots of imagery in this. Nicely done.
Love the format.....

Posted 6 Months Ago


grace

6 Months Ago

Thank you so much for reading and appreciating it!
That was an amazing piece of art, your imagery of love, of dreams, of little untruths so as not to diminish the feelings was so cool. I love the format and how the rhyme scheme changed from stanza to stanza, really showing off your talent. Really nicely done.

Posted 6 Months Ago


grace

6 Months Ago

Thank you so much for taking the time to read it! I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I'm grateful to u for.. read more
It's like viewing life from another angle, in the perspective of another -- Life in its colors embodied the work in a strange but arousing way indeed. Alas, I am very well entertained and amused by your work, author grace. Thank you for sharing it.

Posted 6 Months Ago


grace

6 Months Ago

Thank you so much, dear friend for taking the time to read this poem, it is really special to me! An.. read more
This is beautiful. Good work. Enjoyed reading

Posted 6 Months Ago


grace

6 Months Ago

Thank you so much for reading! I'm glad you enjoyed it :)
"Now, I cant weep cold breeze anymore,
because the only warmth I get is from this fireplace and that would go.
So by the warm dim light, I write letters to who I owe,
then unsailed keep it under my wet pillow."

WOW!!! This stanza hit me hard, I know this kind of feeling all too well.
I do like your write, it's personal and that is hard to review when a lot of
feelings are attached. I get that. Sometimes I write to let go of things I am
feeling.

You express yourself well. I love the quality of your write, nicely written
and very well expressed.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

grace

6 Months Ago

Thankyou so much for reading my poem, dear Brandie! Yes, a lot of my feelings are attached to it, an.. read more
Writergurl

6 Months Ago

well, you did an amazing job on this.

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