i dream hurt

a little odd tale which may not make sense... basically an imaginative piece of heartache and being rebirthed to find something/one less insensitive.

dreaming
luminous visions
of grey paisley patterns
spiral into bleak red
protruding
into an animated heartache
i shatter the illusion by
pouring
gold sunshine into my solar plexus
it dissipates into an image of me
hanging
from a blue satin ribbon
stapled on a water lily cloud
slipping
i feel the wicked wind lash my soul
then whipped by the violent aura
i vaporise into crisp petals
reaching
the ground i'm folded to dust
and reborn a
smellless sunflower
opening

Reviews

[Aidz]

love the imagry and word play... great write

[Richielee]

flippin' eck this is great, shame folk on here aren't very good at coming forward with comments unless you kiss a*s on hundreds of their poems, well i for one am a fan and i salute you : )