If it ain't so
think, with all the indentations
in the death bed of poetry
something habitual as
the moon oozes and creates
like Dionysus, a drifting eye,
glistening in brevity (terse and into verse)
the underfoot of both vice, love, and shame,
as if the earth left
and we poets, the true fools and players,
observe our ghosts
in the gardenias, our bed of scarlets.
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Written 3/17/21 in response to utahan15.
Pseudopsychosis. 
14 responses to “Dionysus.”
I love this. Beautiful write. 🖊🌷
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Thank you. ❤️
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Intriguing!
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Thank you!
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This is stunning piece of work 🙂
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Thank you so much.
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Poet’s lament
Poet’s invent
With honest intent Spiritually sent
😄😎
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👏👏👏
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This sparkles Lucy: ‘glistening in brevity (terse and into verse)’ 🌟
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Aww, thank you so much. That line was directly inspired by utahan’s:
“say it aint so
me im terse
and into me verse”
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Beautiful and so reflective of the Shakespearian era!
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Thank you so much! 😊
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Loved it so very much Lucy!
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❤️❤️
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