she manages to twist things into a lifetime wonder
but life is made up of losses, and finally
the picture stuns with clarity.
that she is merely an inexperienced truant-player on a roll
a rather silly heraldist of mundane matters
an astounding figment of wonder.
she holds in her right hand jagged wedges of exquisite thrills
which she feeds slowly to the roiling storm
one by one - by one.
on the edges of the larcenous cloud, she sits and waits
while throwing down pebbles of trying events
all soft-cloaked in secret mirth.
she grips in her left hand a galaxy of recalcitrant injuries
that, two by two, she lets orbit off into space
greet them in serene farewell.
S T, 10 May 2013
no-one knows who she is, but she waits for you....when you visit venus :)
yeah, I think I will visit this venus one day.. gotta go there..
venus-dweller
storm-eater, sea-stirrer, mountain-lifter
careful how you tread, mordant one
there's a heart inside of this..
secret-finder, fantasy-******, space-hider
withholding so, only to please another
ends in paranoiac cries of loss
range-crusher, sky-creator, venus-dweller
how pithy seems a deliberate stance
mere weak bids to seal mars
ocean-stepper, country-hopper, desert-swirler
oh, can you sense the finer pictures inside
whirl and eddy, down..down..down..
yeah, have a fabulous day!
:)