The Blue Room (with Johnny Crimson)
by A. Paige White
The mimes mimic the sky
as single snow angels blush
his hands now cover her eyes
it's peek-a-boo with a crush
Blushing puddles are upon their feet
the trees standing by her side
shyly they've undressed deceit
toward the sky with love, their arms thrown open wide
The embrace of change is upon the beasts
as they shake the demons out as one
a fevered yet welcomed release
in the pale rays of a winter sun
"White Maire, Knight Mare"
If unmoved is your desire
Tis best to nail it down
bare arms whisper, reaching ever higher
yearning much, to kneel before His crown
"*** who's there?***"
The fluid sleep with aging souls
as rusted chains once ivory break
while freezing silence takes it's toll
another dawn of lonely shakes
She wanders down from heights where the gates are belled
and morning glories; we gather at dusk
to whisper in his ears, why are you compelled
dear poet, to toss up words brusque
Never November's neighbor,
not knowing that nothing has come.
A dream I dreamt to re-arrange her.
It's finished, my work here is done.
******no one special*****
You are special, Johnny. To me. I loved working on this collab with you. Ready for another one, yet?
Posted on 11/12/2010
Copyright © 2022 A. Paige White
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Laurie Blum on 11/12/10 at 06:43 PM|
The title drew me in and I am always interested when I see two writers on Pathetic have collaborated. I can definately see the give and take of two minds working on this. Very thought-provoking. Nice collab you two.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/23/10 at 08:36 PM|
A strange pairing to be sure but one hell of a good one.