Rose
In a Garden full of Roses.
One Rose was mercilessly plucked.
The Beauty of the Garden still remains.
The recipe for advancement
How can I build my career of opportunity over the open gap of raging Hell’s mouths? How could I prosper in the blind age of silly Celeb fools, when the pounding, unscrupulous break didn’t haunt me either !! "Roaring lava curses burned figured stigma on my sad face!" In the petty cat-and-mouse battle of humans, I fell to the ground many times voluntarily and there could hardly be anyone around me to help me! The worn-out rag wings of my idea were torn to small pieces by an insidious calculation, superficial Indifference!
I tried to eye etheric spaces of light in the shells of True Pearls; I could have been stunned and happy, I would have been if the rules of my survival could be just an arm's length away! The shimmering lights of linden stars are only very rarely greeted; my cared forehead around the forehead a lot of lived glass balls rumbl...
Signs
Road signs,
tell you where to go
All signs removed,
what would happen though
Some remote countries,
no signs they still go
Finding the never ending,
or unknown,
without condescending,
no mental foliage for befriending
So what lies at the end
of a road,
in Costa Rica
will it be what,
you seeker
More important,
is the human feature,
of dialogue,
than metal teacher
People interacting,
should always,
be a feature
Or man made metal,
becomes a permanent,
fixed teacher
No resemblance
to the primary,
knowledge teacher,
with life experience,
as the primary feature,
geographical preacher
Is redundant in feature
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
...Broken In Daydreams
Eyes baby eyes like blue stages
We were parked slanted on a dirt road
We fumbling over each others lips and frames
Once it was over we got dressed it was 1998 , and on the road played The Flys Got You Where I want you
I was 12 you were 13
You treated me the. same after you took my virginity
Jokes
Pokes
and endless walks down the dirt road that always leads to home
...
Splitting
In this pathway of danger
I started to fight back
You never came back when you left we in love, heart bleeding
The trail leading straight to the start
Me in love endangered , and caught in your undertow
So much to do with so little left over
Things were left harshly
I can not be that woman now
...Pen and Paper
PEN AND PAPER
If you were the pen and I was the paper
Look at the cover and every date and number
If I was the pen and you were the paper
I would remember every mark now
On every page
If there was no pen and there was no paper
As we stare until the words come off the page
until the glow of the streetlights guide us home
...Graceful ballerina
Flirtatious Thirsty Dream: stroking like the music of Angel Wings. You will be more than a holiness than a carnal, glowing cell; Among the ladies, the Only One! Because every day you close and close your creative petals and buds in roaring winds as well, so that your karakan will bloom with will! Saltó bursts out of suicidal ravines with the flickering catch of Saltó mortal trapezes that curl high through flattering flattering soles!
You reconstruct your day with the flaming rebirth of the Phoenixes every day! From the sword of human applause, your fear is strained in an airless room - lest you get in trouble yet! Your sun-river will shine in your precious silk eyes if you have done your maximalist work well! Your golden light amber skin will be kissed daily by the Sun instead of me; trombone lips demand of you too, like the compromised sensation from ...
THE BEACH...
As oceans meet a golden beach,
I search for dreams, within my reach,
Gentle waves caress my feet,
Strangers share a friendly greet.
........
Forever one to look ahead,
Free from all that caused my dread,
The past is better left behind,
Casting shadows from my mind.
.......
The sun, reflected on the sea,
Provokes a sense of mirth in me,
As I view her golden rays,
I look ahead to better days.
......
Echoes of a distant roar,
...Six Months
Six months in darkness,
six months in light
Tilted earth axis,
top and, bottom
six months of day,
followed by six,
months of night,
photography captures,
clothing colours,
dim or bright,
but black and, white,
souls are seen,
in full light,
made up of pearlescence,
and, beautiful,
wood lamps light,
darkness can prevail,
and, still shine with,
with long days,
of black, and white
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney