Piercing the veil of her tears
a burqa
the secret of her smile
hidden
the yellow of the sun growing
in her eyes of night
in search of
her black sun
blindness
busted being her dream
dreaming about something busted
her soul
and her watch
for icy dreams
penetrating the eye of mind
a talking blindness
yellowing her secret
growing
in flames
happiness
as a smiling sun
or flaming curves
gestures imitating curve words
flamboyant gestures
folks
flaming talk
piercing the veil of her tears
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Intriguing as the casual reader might find this and it certainly is that, a somewhat elliptical narrative leads to the question as to who or what is “busted ” ?
Thank you ,Louis, for this valuable comment.When I wrote the line ”dreaming about something busted”, I thought of a busted heart, but it might be anything else.
Well worth reading
Thank you.
a tale of life beneath the purdah…………..beautiful