Illumination

Words never fell from your lips to meet my ears, mine alone.

Not yet have we seen the motley of colors that yearn to dance back and forth between our fingers when our hands touch for the first time.

Insanity that sparks envy.

Bright, glittering jealousy.

Common courtesy to smile in the general direction of the one who claims your heart.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

It doesn't feel finished, so it probably isn't, but I'll post it anyway.

Reviews

[Steeven]

i disagree with the replacement of motley. not all the colours of love, nor even emotion, are blended sweetly. nor are the colours always so varied or multiple to warrant myriad. i believe it is up to you to whether or not the diction there is proper. you know the subject of the poem better than us.

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~ i think you're right, monsieur steeven... the poet knows the subject better than the critic... it's his call entirely...

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* her call entirely (in this case since our poet is a she)

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~ exquisite poetry... with a distinct aroma of hope and anticipation... loved the images that your words painted...

[Diane]

Forgive if I'm wrong, but I'm assuming this is about a love that has not yet been acknowledged? You've done an excellent job of portraying the jumble of emotions felt but not shown. One thing I do hiccup on is the word motley. The word is too often used to describe things that don't blend well together, and I think you're looking for something that portrays a stunning blend or unity. Maybe kaleidoscope,, outpouring, depth, abundance or myriad .... "Not yet have we seen the myriad of colors that yearn to dance back and forth between our fingers" ... that's my rather uneducated opinion.

[t.m.]

Hm...perhaps you are correct. I might switch that up at some point. Thank you. :)

[Emily B]

these words remind me of someone

there were so many things we never agreed on