Impression

There she stood,

showering in the embers of deceit,

tinted orange

with violent reds.

A magnificent display

of benevolent

transgression. 

The decaying tidings of good fortune that

disappear into the wind of logic.

Abstaining from the vulgar

impression of the

dregs of which her

sharpened tongue

utters.

The damning convenience of

a formidable opponent,

extinguishing the

romantic notion of

destructive fabrications

of your 

twisted

mind

Reviews

[Perdition]

First line set and summed the tone for me. "She' that seems destined to be of "Impression", almost in the clay of another one's game. "There she stood showering in the embers of deceit" A woman that knows the benefits of cleansing by fire. Interesting, This pleasant presenting of duality...."Decaying tidings".."damning convenience". She does not sound the recipient here in the good way..but still the dichotomy suggests there is yet a want/desire as an impression is not a ful
revealing but rather a perception wanting. Enjoyed it
..Thanks!

[Deandra Dawn]

You definitely hit the nail on the head. I appreciate it :)

[Perdition]

My pleasure as well.

[3X3MPLER]

great poetry, you painted pictures in my head with your words. am impressed

[Deandra Dawn]

Thank you!

[SuspectGray]

That will teach him..............

[Ricky Campbell]

Excellent use of imagery.. Draws me in as a reader. Good write!

[Alex Vandool]

I love this. Beautiful flow and precision...It's wondrously right with a stunning rhythm

[Jack Wolfe]

showering in the embers of deceit, (ember suggest fire, but deceit implies dark, while shower implies clean, perhaps look for a better word than showers, because you implying cleanness to deceit, contrast a bit.)

If I'm reading this correct, good fortunes are a farce, a mask to cover the darkness, it takes the logical mind to perceive the deceit . . . resisting against logic, it what bathes her in fire.

[Deandra Dawn]

Showering is actually exactly what I was going for. Thank you though.