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 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

grace

7 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

7 Months Ago

well, you did an amazing job on this.



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" I left an incomplete story like an open wound to heal with time."
The above line grabbed me, and it blows my mind that a girl of 17 , has lived enough of life to be able to paint these pictures. You are a talented writer and should continue .



Posted 7 Months Ago


grace

7 Months Ago

I'm glad that my writing touched you. Your encouragement fuels my passion to keep writing. Actually,.. read more
A beautiful piece Im adding to my reading list
I want to savour this long poem when I have more time
I love long writes
I’ll be back !

Posted 7 Months Ago


grace

7 Months Ago

Haha, i hope you like it!
The emotion in the lines reaches out to the reader. Although the presonal meaning is not always clear it exudes emotion that can be felt. It is a long poem that flows like a stream smoothly and with its own music.

Posted 9 Months Ago


grace

7 Months Ago

Thank you so much for such a wonderful comment! I'm glad you liked it:)
A long but mesmerising piece or WordArt. You have captu red though ts, fact an d fict ion, likes and dislikes, moods galore and hopes to be or may not. Seems you have mix ed and matched your ability to separate what you do not want to displaywith other this and that you have taken in to full b loom. Brilliant.

'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.'

Posted 11 Months Ago


grace

11 Months Ago

Thank you so much for such a beautiful review! And thanks for taking the time to read my poem :)
emmajoygreen

11 Months Ago

You are very welcome.
There is genuine feeling in this work that would appeal to many who have had similar experiences. You might consider shortening it a bit, though. Many might be intimidated by its length.

Posted 11 Months Ago


grace

11 Months Ago

Thank you so much, dear John :)
I know it's long, believe me, i tried to shorten it but every.. read more
This is an excellently crafted piece of poetry; very complex and shows us many sides of your emotions.... loss ,memory. a bit of intrigue, and overall masterful. You also have the talent for vivid imagery, which i love and use often; there is darkness and light in your poem.... there are lies, fears...and you are telling a story, yet unfinished....and you portray a person with many mixed emotions.....Bravo!
Warmly, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


grace

11 Months Ago

I am deeply grateful for your generous praise. Your recognition of all the emotions i've put here fi.. read more
Betty Hermelee

11 Months Ago

You’re very welcome Grace!
Warmly, B.
Cyphers... In rhymes...

Well played indeed...

Hmm... You remind me of someone.

Wonderful poetry, will read more of your work.

Blessed be!

Posted 1 Year Ago


grace

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm grateful to you for liking my work.
Would you mind.. read more
The_Ancient_Rock

1 Year Ago

Lol Just someone I met a long time ago...

You are most welcome.

👍
The use of vivid imagery and poetic language creates a deeply immersive experience that draws the reader in and leaves them feeling both moved and inspired. The poem's exploration of themes such as love, loss, and memory is both relatable and meaningful, and your ability to convey such complex emotions with such clarity and depth is truly impressive. Overall, this is a stunning work of art that is sure to leave a lasting impression on anyone who reads it. I would highly recommend it to anyone who appreciates the beauty and power of poetry.

Posted 1 Year Ago


grace

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for taking the time to read another piece of my work and for sharing your kind wor.. read more
You write with a wisdom beyond your years! The imagery in this poem is highly poetic and fresh! Keep writing and you will surely get even better!

Posted 2 Years Ago


grace

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reading my poem! That is such a heartwarming review! I'm grateful :)

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