The Inverse!

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Pigment I myself on a calico canvas, in paled hues
Gray clouds sedate me and chafes me the rainbows.
Gates of spring in me, parades the nameplate of fall;
Immure I my self, backside of the absolving wall.
Uninventive and juice-less I lie, along the river soil,
Athirst I remain, neath the slaking rainfall’s toil.
In bunches I pass, yet trammeled to me, is my talk;
Seas of silence I hoard, a driblet of serenity I lack.
Illume I, a taper of hope, ahead my closed sight;
Yet euphorically cleaves, the dourest despair, tight.


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12 comments on “The Inverse!

  1. None Other Then Hannah says:

    this was a lovely piece to read…thanks for sharing

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Aquileana says:

    Stunning… and the image is perfect!!!! Best wishes Aquileana 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  3. megdekorne says:

    Such a glorious poem ! My first visit and I will stay with graditude …love and blessings xxxmeg

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    • beingeternal says:

      Thank you ever so much, Meg. Gratitude to you, for my blog seems happy with your beautiful presence. Glad to read your lovely words.
      thank you once again for your warm wishes and blessings. Stay blessed, too.
      Reva 🙂

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  4. Lovely, lovely writing. Well done!

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  5. What more can I say about your poetry that I haven’t before except beautifully crafted.

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