...Blur

By SolApathy

Poetry is a dance,
Often weaved alone --but never without shadow
In the copious dreams of light
Often unseen --portrayed in hues of grey
Colors of emotion splayed -- For you to decipher
Upon you; the reader
A dance of rhyme & rhythm
I am your shadow
--Your muse--
I will whisper a sweet harmony
Inked in black; bold against white sheets
Marred by tears
Seeing now in the twilight of emotions-blurred
Your emotions will resonate and finally be
...Heard

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Published on Sunday, May 7, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...Dreams begin in the darkenss

Comments on "...Blur"

On Monday, October 12, 2020, happilydepressed (409) wrote:

i loved this, you are a word ninja
On Monday, May 8, 2017, Maladroit (202) wrote:

This is my favorite part of art... what you see and what you might retain may be in such a contrast of what I take from the piece. I feel like comment threads demonstrate this, loudly. It's never one and the same- but something, in us all, gets hit.
On Monday, May 8, 2017, Anna McCarra (382) wrote:

The music my poetry was dancing to - the crazy music of a merry-go-round. Everything's a blur. I've spun off. Don't know how to get back on. Waiting for that whisper from the shadows to shed some light.
On Sunday, May 7, 2017, Drea (1443) wrote:

Now I have to stop being lazy and upgrade so I can fav this. This flowed so beautifully. It felt like a dance. It tasted sweet with hints of smoke. As always, you know the right words.

...Blur

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