Green is the Colour of L'amore
By lupus tenebrae
Step above the primitive, a step below myself,
shallow journal entries always trying to be more.
Pen of the primeval
never knowing what’s in store,
knowing what’s in store for yellow
diction on my shelf.
Step without a trace of malice, to the
point of stealth,
words are sure, advisory, from lovers I adore.
Step above the primitive, a step below myself,
shallow journal entries
always trying to be more.
Friends are parasitic, and are searching
for the wealth,
not of mind or body, but the color of L’amore.
They would sooner chuckle than to lift me from the floor.
Spare
me the conniptions, they’re not privy to my health.
Step above the
primitive, a step below myself.
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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Published on Wednesday, October 3, 2012.
Filed under: "Structured" and
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
*Repost* A rondel written on jealousy that really didn't get noticed last time around.Comments on "Green is the Colour of L'amore"
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A former member wrote:
Ah. Lyrical. Classical. A lovely piece that is simply beautifully done.