A kaleidoscope in death
take me where the poet lays
for I should never see again
the final act; halcyon;
like the esplanades
I once walked upon
at the thunderous chaos
of my ghost; have we met
in the aches and laughs
woefully of all that
is strange;
orgasmic ambrosia
dissociation chuckles
into the bloodlust as wine.
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16 responses to “Ambrosia.”
Marvellous Lucy! π· π©Έ
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Thank you. π
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Brilliant , epic , stellar verse π
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Thank you, Yas! β€οΈβ€οΈ
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Welcome β£οΈ
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Wonderful β₯
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Thank you!
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Those ghosties of yours sure know how to string a tale, Lucy.
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Hahaha, why thank you Misky! π
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This piece is a dangerously enjoyable experience of drinking wine, of loving life, but perhaps not being able to follow the dreams that tantalize us, that give us a reason to get up. Some dreams are found at the bottom of a bottle. Others are found elsewhere.
Sitting stagnant with love is indeed a disassociation with chuckles . . .
Love that the name of this piece is Ambrosia. It fits. π
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Thank you Jaya! I love the interpretation of my piece.
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I unwind and feel fine with a glass of this poem, GHAD DAMN!
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Oh wow, thank you! β€
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I love the richness of the imagery in this poem! The “thunderous chaos of my ghost” is such a unique and fascinating metaphor.
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Thank you! π
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