She drank from a cup called love
Topped with romantic tale and bold sincerity
Holding dreams in passing clouds and whispered glances
Dropping her thoughts and caring extension
Eyes and Heart
Expansive and wide open
Her vision, none
A seat at the table of embarrassment and hurt
Plated for one
Concepts of such belief seemingly left a stain on her linen
As her mother always warned
Fine cotton is not meant for every guest who arrives at your door
Merely for the ones who show good character and by standard deserve a little more
Glitter from her belief in magic started to scratch at her throat
Taking pause her heart took note
She sucked on a lozenge, a new flavor she thought she should try
Reality
Not so inspiring but a much more comfortable bite
~Alisa Hutton
I love this one, so much.
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Hey I know this woman commenting! 🙂 Thanks, Lori! xo
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Exquisite, but bitter. IF YOU KNOW WHAT AM SAYING!
Really appreciate how you brought forth one spectrum, and then slowly transitioned to the next, and with purpose and precision.
Reality truly has its own flavor. Sometimes we must gravitate towards it to seek refuge, and sometimes we need to escape or the same reason.
Awesome job Alisa!
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Thanks, Zy:) I do know what you are saying! I agree, sometimes we need the contrasting spaces but as you say really for the same reason.
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Well put. Reality is comfortable, no matter how tantalizing the illusion.
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Thank you, Lekha.
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