Yet to be named

by my name is Llama   Mar 8, 2008


Painting her nails one by one
A light is shining as faint as it may be
Celadon, a pale tint of spring green
Drowning in an enchanted sea of sun flowers

Translucent window surrounds her heart,
Allowing light to touch upon her soul
Cobalt the mesmerizing deepest blue
Crystallized blue water like quartz glass

This once dark abyss reincarnates,
Blossoms into a disarray of potential
Coral mirroring the fruits of summer
Walking the great wall from dusk till dawn

This shallow poison attempting ransom,
Triumphed the initial but lost in odyssey.
Cream, the empty walls yet to be drawn
Hiking through snow as white as ivory

The brush turns over; the second hand
The outlook and essence does change
Chocolate; unique delight or even sin
Sand dunes, pyramids on the horizon

Challenges and endurance begin to peak
Cardinal, fiery passion the height of inspiration
Sitting at a cafe, sipping coffee, warmth,
Watching the young lovers go slowly by

Twisting torture and contorting her mind
Full of hope and imagination within
Cyan sparkles light throughout the sky
Canoing along the narrow canals of Venice

Elucidate and be free from ambiguity
Chartreuse bubbles bursting, new life
Leaning against the edge of a cruising ship,
The night stars mirror the atmosphere; the soul

Her thoughts; hieroglyphics on a tomb
Unrestrained by convention or morality
Cerise the scent of a rose stripped of thorns
The smell of coconuts, white sand, palm trees

The final unpainted nail in an array of color
Closing the album of her past without hesitation.
Her romance with the world's natural beauties
Have come to a close; now for the next adventure.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

More Poems By my name is Llama