snow in the wasteland
when fantasy crosses over
illusion pays the toll
moments gather
snowflakes in the wind
they shine and fall
cold on hot tongues
whispering wanton wishes
back across the divide
come together in the wasteland
where secret dreams abide
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This is great. Love all the figures of speech you use in it.
thanks david… i weave as best as i can…… big hugs….ydhlch
– butchart
you weave beautifully/superb
thank you so much… i am honoured….. and hope you are well……..b
– butchart
yes/you darling and thankyou
absolutely lovely x
thank you so much modularimages… always great to have a new artist visit my writing……. peace and light………b
– butchart
Beautiful Butch !!!! Beautiful poem ! :))
HUGS -
erhan.. thank you so much… you know all about snowflakes eh? big hugs back………b
– butchart
cold on hot tongues
whispering wanton wishes
back across the divide
Just love the metaphor here darling Butch – the snowflake image is perfect for what you’ve expressed here! And every time I read this I feel it in a different way. Beautiful, meaningful poetry as always, dear heart. Love it…and you.
back at you my dear…. and thank you for seeing my snowflakes…………. (how’s the nose?)…………xxx……….b
– butchart
good read, Butchart, nice writing….
thanks so much solomon…….. from a fellow poet..your words mean alot…….b
– butchart
When fantasy crosses over
Illusion pays the toll
Excellent words of truth b :)
thank you CJ… those thoughts started this stream…….. i aprreciate your insight…….. b
– butchart
The nose is better – lol – I can breathe anyway! It’s the rest of me that feels run over by a truck today! Probably the freezing cold and snow that’s coming down! Love you sweetie!
dark and a bit erotic, very nice!
thanks j… hadn’t thought erotic..but i see the sence of it……. i like your insight…………..b
– butchart