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.



Reviews

dear Grace... "someone who is a golden dust that belongs in your pocket, and who's eyes can be read just through the dictionary in your locket" seems very romantic. Certain people can be a treasure that smoothes the journey we must take. Lovely thoughts to ponder. gently, Pat

Posted 2 Years Ago


grace

2 Years Ago

Hey Pat! Yeah, thats right haha. Thank you so much for liking my work :)
dearest ✍️ Author Grace… you have my endorsement… the thrill of being on a Ferris Wheel is the Perfect Ending. The feelings are Universal in meaning and could be Serendipity and a beginning. tenderly, Pat

Posted 2 Years Ago


JessyJacob

6 Months Ago

Thank you you made my life. ❤️😃.
grace

6 Months Ago

lol i'm not understanding what you're trying to say
JessyJacob

6 Months Ago

A space you have given. Advanced 🥳 2024!!
Hi Grace, this is such an outstanding piece of poetic grace, your wonderful wording does paint the strongest images within the mind. I could have read on if there was more to read. You held my attention from beginning to end. This is a most imaginative write. Your heart has truly sung. Have a wonderful Sunday. Hugs always....Mike.

Posted 2 Years Ago


grace

2 Years Ago

Your words for my poem is the most beautiful thing i've read today! Thank you so much for reading it.. read more
grace

2 Years Ago

and yeah, i loved how you said "outstanding piece of poetic grace" thats something! haha
shadrach hah

2 Years Ago

You are welcome, Grace, I really enjoyed this piece. Have a wonderful Sunday. Hugs always....Mike.
Dear Grace. You write with a veteran hand. You create visions and places for the reader to see and understand. I love the story written. You held my attention till the last words. Thank you dear poet for sharing the outstanding work.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


grace

2 Years Ago

OH Thank you so much dear Coyote for your excellent reviews!! I feel wonderful about the way you alw.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

I do enjoy your work and you are welcome dear Grace.
This is a wonderful write, enjoyed

Posted 2 Years Ago


grace

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reading it! :)
so so beautiful as always

Posted 2 Years Ago


grace

2 Years Ago

Thank you so so much! Luv ya!
'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.'

Yes, such a long poem to read, not once but twice yet, well worth every second. Must congratulate you for the emotions and skills you have used, obviously very carefully. A little too dramatic at times but perhaps how deeply you felt when creeating them. Your meter is more or less perfect, your vocabulary extraordinary! Never apologise for writing how you feel: how you express yourself here proves you have an amazing imagination, plus. the ability to use and share it.

By the way, your two pictures are interesting: the young woman appears to be a private being, still, waiting -. pensive. The Ferris wheel however is there to be seen.. moving, loud, declaring presence!

Posted 2 Years Ago


grace

2 Years Ago

I can't thank you enough for reading this poem and your kind reviews are one of the most generous th.. read more
emmajoy

2 Years Ago

My pleasure, will visit again and willingly review.
Meantime. take care and please, keep sa.. read more
grace

2 Years Ago

Thank you! you too stay safe!
This is so beautiful. I am just in love with the last stanza. Please keep on writing and sharing

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

grace

2 Years Ago

Thank you a million times for reading this poem! It is a big deal for me bcz as i told its really cl.. read more
yes ... it is long! ;) packed full of metaphor and language that belies your tender years Grace ... are you still 15 or have you had another birthday? :) your heroine is in love .. gives it her all but is not quite honest about it .. perhaps unsure of her hearts desire liking who she really is ... a suffering that can afflict anyone ... some their whole lives through :( she gives up her own "ways" and words to please him ... tragic says i! lots of imaging and metaphors .. strong consistent theme .. it is a bit long .. i like the creative use of the language .. i.e. "lost right between the gracious hill of arts. syntax is a little sketchy here and there .. like "Now, I cant weep cold breeze anymore," (perhaps you meant it that way) in V5 L2 i'm pretty sure you mean loops instead of loupes (a dental device) but it's another line i really like " and my loupes had slinked into your priceless novels." very creative and original expression says i! nice work .. i can tell all the effort you must have put into it to get it just so. thank you for sharing young lady ... keep writing .. don't ever get lost in someone else's way of being :)))))))))))))))))))))))))
E.

Posted 2 Years Ago


grace

2 Years Ago

And yeah, i wish i could send you some bouquet of flowers to express how grateful i am. Thanks again.. read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

awww your a sweetheart ... just be well and stay well, happy and writing ;)
grace

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much for saying that! :)

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