This is the colour you needed
To feel the season complete
It has talked to me again
While I scribble…
And I wonder
If you think you know
And have realized
That I have already realized
That you think you know me
While I scribble
In essence and presence
As I scribble I keep wondering
About nothing special
Might be essential
But I can’t get to know
You stole my perfume
Took hold of my heart
While my essence is not there present
I reread your scribbles
To find a reason for this love
And unloved, not present either…
Trying to get a hint
And as a gift
I accept something must be going on
While I scribble
About this our infatuation.
_© Dulce ________________________________________________________________________Image> my confession (deviantart)
16 comments:
ahhhh loved it!
Very special...........
Besos:)
I think of you more as a writer than a scribbler. So please keep writing.
GM sweetest Dulce..
I to have stolen some of your perfume.it's sweet and well!! inviting lol
I love scribbling, they form letters, words even though done quickly. I think when one scribbles it can bring forth great writes and or releasing ones tension..
one can find the secret word hidden between the scribbles..
I wish you love and happiness, and much much PASSION..
I want to feel the fire burning . :}
So much weaved between and around each line, each verse, but then also the universal theme of love and the dance that we sometimes dance around it.
Lovely, lovely, lovely...
Calli xoxo
I look forward to reading your beautiful poetry every day.
Secretia
so beautiful, thank you for saying what i have been unable to put into words or scribbles,
your quote from Wallace Stevens today...beautiful and truthful as well,
oh girl, just feel it and enjoy it! it sounds like the best possible place to be...
Very nice.
Yes, We Have No Bananas
Sweet Dulce, is this what you are saying?
"I know you believe that you understand what you think I said.
But I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant."
NOTE: YESSS! That was SUPPOSED to be funny.
And of course, your writings (scribblings? --grin!)have become more profound, deep, maybe even esoteric?, and, along with their obvious (by now) honesty, you have become someone more than special in this group on blogger poets, writers and recovering peeps.
For SURE--keep it up! Your scribbling IS Dulce, sometimes accepting, another time struggling
..and that is the way with life.
Te quiero
Very nice my friend. You are anything but a scribbler :)
Absolutely lovely, that sweet uncertainty. Love is in the air...
Scribble away sweet Dulce!
An infatuation that sounds quite obsessive, but sweetly so, Dulce. You used lots of "essence" and "perfume" and I like that!
Nevine
A very interesting poem with a host of possibilities.
its beautiful. love in itself is a mystery.
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