THE MAG
Playfully reluctant
she entered the church.
An amiable conclusion
a style so unlike her.
Solicitous at best
a pattern more like her.
She being a party
to this pleasant gathering.
Kissed by the searing brilliance
of ignored heresy drawing them together.
Now a wisp of memories
bathed in fugitive laughter.
Drawn to
an odor of delusion.
Bedazzled
by the profusion
gently
hissing
all the while
at the hollowness
beneath the veil
of conclusion.
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13 comments:
I can't make out the writing...is this a letter from Violet Trefusis?
Your poem is brilliant, irregardless!
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oh my- wisps of memories. Fascinating poem.
I love that procession of tasty words!
Aloha♥
Sure feels like falling in love to me..In church...oh, my! High wattage!
I really like the ending...the words themselves and the rhyme scheme.
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A union that does not last. That's a frequent occurrence. Great write Karen!
Hank
Ifthethunderdontgetya- Almost as scandalous as Violet!
A beautiful piece..."Kissed by the searing brilliance
of ignored heresy drawing them together." love this!
"Drawn to
an odor of delusion.
Bedazzled
by the profusion
gently
hissing
all the while
at the hollowness
beneath the veil
of conclusion."
Loved this procession of lines, the way the words and rhyme fall, the word "hissing" which draws even more intrigue because of the location they are in. Leaves much to the imagination as to what is referenced here.
I found this delicously inconclusive ..l...
The bedazzlement of a wedding soon fades...
How often couples lose sight of the advice that their vows should "not be taken lightly or unwontedly"
Ably stated in your poem.
Most excellent! I could feel her bitterness in your words. I hope to get back with The Mag program around the first of the year.
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