Prints

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graffiti of time, so layered with grime

lost is her luster, accustomed eyes’ crime

 

scatter some white, the powder on her rind

cloak of cellophane tape to wrap and bind

 

stiff is the nude, her transparency chastised

scrape off, such scarred impressions she hide

 

testimony of love, lust and of dying stars

fingerprints of lost lovers, the skin so marred

 

embossed in such doleful memoir is her skin

the recital of handprints she was cradled in

 

gather the latent, dust off these remains

off memory, off complaint, so free of stains

 

weep, weep, let her weep all she needs

scrub it off, wipe it off, score her skin till it bleeds

 

behold her blank wall, o the artists enthralled

an exotic art awaits her to cherish and own

 

she deserves

 

© Written Frames, 2018

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See me then

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See me when

When I belong to the sky of dusk

Sun-kissed simmering beauty unwraps the stars under twilight

The fierce falls silent in colorful peace painted with a pen

See me then

 

See me when

When I dream of the dreams you dream

Of graveled shores teased as you tiptoe the layers of the stream

Beneath the oceans I dwell with wrinkly fingers awake to the melody of passing by wren

See me then

 

See me when

When I am full of truth and you beside

Truth is fought and you accepted, a flower embosomed in this core of coal

The fist of petals unfurls, your stretched hand for me to hold and den

See me then

 

See me then

To watch me become forever yours

Till then, until we fall hard enough to rise

We wait!

 

©Written Frames, 2018

She is the reason #3

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She puckered her lips

Passionately she placed on mine

And in the folds of time

I have lost myself

Rubbing my eyes opened to what

Is past or what is right?

As if I have lived my prime

In her warm rosy breath,

Embraced, loved and forgiven

In the chills of winter vibes

Layered with her scent of skin

I survived.

 

And there in her premises

I thought I nearly died;

Oh how she looked at me!

Or how I looked at her!!

She with her closed eyes

Those lethal lips she did pout

Still stick to mine

I witness my rise and fall

In the same moment, under one sky

Her beautiful locks held my hope,

She took my breath away

As I wish to ascend as a more human tonight.

 

© Written Frames, 2017

Ascend

She #1

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She is the portrait
Painted complex
In black and white
Yet something so
Colorful about her eyes
Look at her,
She looks at you
Follow the trajectory
of her sight
It befalls silently
And the beauty it defines
Uplifts your black,
It illuminated you,
For you to love yourself.

© Written Frames, 2017

 

Hi All,

This is the new Section I am starting which I would prefer to call ‘She’ for simplicity.

I always find woman to be epitome of subtlety , enigmatic and of poetic conduct as I believe man to be resilient, liberal and with magnanimous heart to bear all and to forgive it all.

Dedicating the verses of  ‘She’  to all  beautiful and strong women out there.

She is the planet of determination and encircles hope to embrace it all for good.

Hope you like it !! ❤

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