image by Valentina Kallias ~ “Apocalypse Horseman Pestilence”
I dream of your translucent eyes
Raping my synapses, a thousand needles
Stunning that which they cannot picture.
Puckered platitudes pan over uproarious
And under-furnished landscapes.
Home must be a state within
If it is to be recaptured for nothing
Known could exist here.
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You are a mystery, a spontaneous trip
Whereby the traveler divests himself
Of the grid and assumes the anonymity
With which nature first conceived him.
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My vapid dance with death
Has given way to trampling,
Beneath my feet the blood flowers.
In the spin of an uncertain pestilence
I find myself vulnerable to forgiveness.
My seams seem to have adhered
Subconsciously to your ruined flesh.
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What’s the difference you ask?
Humans have no regard at all
For their aspects and potentialities.
They speak of drowning as if they,
Still-standing, could grasp
The expansiveness of their being.
mindlovemisery 
You’re just too good, another amazing poem.
Thank you!
Most welcome 🙂
My goodness. You have bowled me over!
Awww thank you!
This is a very intriguing and thought provoking – let’s muse on this awhile – response Yves!
Some absolutely stunning lines – of course –
My vapid dance with death
Has given way to trampling,
Beneath my feet the blood flowers. – bloody incredible series of lines here!
Generally the flow from one stanza to the next really spins the tale of a universal human complexity – in relationship to highly personal relationships – well, at least, this is my “take” on this.
There is much to consider here – the weight of the words and the images conjured – really amazing Yves 🙂
thanks for your contribution to the prompt 🙂
Cheers
Pat
Thanks for the amazing photo =) Right on, your take I mean!
I loved your response to this image, its such an enigmatic image that you have so many possibilities as to where you might go……hence my effort…..
Thank you so much Michael =) I also used the title of piece hence the darker direction
I think of two people with amazing eyes in which I could drown. One was a trickster who caused me twenty-six years of emotional devastation on and off. I couldn’t believe I was fool enough to let him back in a mere three years ago. There’s no fool like an old fool, I guess. He had enough of an impact on my psyche that his ghost appears sometimes in my writing, so to speak. Hint: he is never a hero.
The other one is a beautiful being whose lovely eyes I have written about before. Those eyes are, sadly, now bewildered and terrified where they were once filled with an obvious intelligence and perceptiveness as well as revealing a gentle and somewhat melancholy soul.
Some people get into your bones and it is very hard to let go. When I was 12 I fell hard for a popular boy in my class and while it wasn’t exactly dating we did have a close relationship, it was very consuming (it became stalking). He became very possessive and was threatening my friends, calling me all hours of the day and night, etc. I ended it after about 2 years (he stabbed himself in response) it was tough but I told myself no more jerks. He wasn’t all bad because they never are, having someone give you 1000% of their attention is an unusual feeling when you’ve been invisible your whole life. Anyhow I promised myself no more jerks after that and I stuck to it. I married a nice guy but if this didn’t last forever as I want it to, there can’t be another. i hope the 2nd pair of eyes finds their way back to the light.