Love not realized


Lavender

We are lavender, we are lace.
Transcending time and space.
We are the summer pines kissing the sky.
Where the Blue and the Green collide.

We are music, we are wonder.
Floating in this spell we're under.
We are the Arctic Ocean dancing with Northern Lights
Where the Blue and the Green collide

We are echo and we are flame.
Disembodied spirits feigning shame.
We are tree topped hills rolling in cloudless skies.
Where the Blue and the Green collide.

We are shadows and we are dust
Always doing what we must
We are ghost ships passing in endless nights
Waiting for the Blue and the Green to collide



Poetry by Eric Fronczak
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Written on 2022-11-14 at 21:03

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
There was a really strong sense of the collision of green and blue.
Would it that lavender there remained a lonesome hue? But from each and everyone’s point of view, her power and beauty would ever subdue. In which case it was my hope to have gotten a clue.
2022-11-15


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
The preamble explains the duality aspect of each stanza's first line. I like the construct of this poem, and the rhyming is enjoyable too. For me there is mystique in the last line of the poem.
Allen
2022-11-14