Otherworld

by Elizabeth Ann   Feb 18, 2005


For as many years I’ve been…

In my state of constant…an all and restless reflection and my genuine awe, so close to so many….combing fate toward my discovery, aiding in my desire to be within…my love, O grand Fantasia.

And toward this When, I close my eyes while in this daydream…

My chosen scape, this Otherworld, from what would plainly be, inspired by mine own creation, no longer just a world I’ve glanced, but my sired Utopia.

For all I’ve done…reserved my choice to relish Eden, letting from my dream, contending where I’ve chosen…where I’ve come and lay upon a bed I’ve willed. A cast of fusion, my cloud of velvet…and you still belong to me, my Constantine.

Now turning on my hourglass, living in-between. And to all I’ve gone, and to whom, my beloved…I am lost.

Alone within my evanescence, my stolen heaven.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    Thank you all. The fact that you loved this work as much as I did writing it, is truly motivating!

  • 20 years ago

    by pinkalias

    Elizabeth!
    apologies for having not been on for a while, hence missing many of your submitted poems. Have no doubt that I am eager to read them and shall do so when I have the chance.
    Onto this piece, wonderful. you ongoing symbols were as usual flawless and lovely. Absolute beauty was planted throughout the whole piece, and I could not help but sigh with admiration at such lines as,
    "A cast of fusion, my cloud of velvet…and you still belong to me, my Constantine."
    I loved your original technique of writing. How is it you contemplate these heros and myths into your work? I have truly never seen anything like it and deeply appreciate it.
    I loved the way you ended each stance with these stories and praised them along with your words. I also adore the last line, it leaves the reader in awe of beauty and incredible presence of poetic appreciation. excellent work

  • 20 years ago

    by Bret Higgins

    You never... Never fail to make me sat back and think about possibilites, Bird.

    This one is going to play on my mind for a while to come yet I think.

    Bert

  • 20 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Underhandedly sensual and haunted.

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