Transparent Noir

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Poetry
I am crying,
I cried and cried,
And when there was
No more crying to do,
I still cried

And
Kept
Crying,
Uncrippled cry,

For the creative
Nurturing
Cradle
I feared losing.
I was in search
Of my own Helium
Moon-ful
Turf

I’ll wait,
I’ll stop crying,

But sometimes
Crying
Crying
Crying

Brings Tears
of Joyful
Blissful
Pleasure

All badness
Has its anti-polar
Goodness.

Do not
Stop
Crying
Being
Writing
Hearing
Hearting
Sharing
Reading,

Out
Of
Loving,
&
Giving
Darkness,

With words
No words.
Transparent
&
Demi-noir,

Saddened
&
Waiting,
Leaping
In
Tearful
Red
&
Yellow
Faith,

Soulful
&
Trusting
Kindness.

Poetically,
Crying,
Yours,

Transparent Noir

The Author

Woman. Floaty. Attached. Dettached. Sudden. Note-scribbler. Citizen of the world. Travelling to the moon and back.

20 Comments

  1. P.S. For all those concerned funky reading souls out there, not cryin’ any more. Gosh those salty tears leave ageing marks on my very low maintenance skin 🙂 Noir mood still, but getting better. I just got a breath of windy fresh air while being walked by my dog tonight. Getting back up! Nightie transparent demi-dark night, VB.

  2. P.S.2 (I can never shut those salady-words up): with great and soulful special thanks to The Deceptive minds and Sui Generis for their poetically blogging thinking inspiration and support 🙂

  3. This is wonderful. It’s drenched in emotions and feelings. I love how it meanders to the end.
    Transparent noir…now that’s beautiful.

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