Oh Saoirse,
the freedom you give me,
a future to hope for...
Just as,
Seedless grapes ,
hang over the fence—
A mix of sweet red,
and tart green.
Round,
small,
and expensive as a dish of caviar.
Mixed into a a deep red Merlot
Swish, swish, sniff
A bottle of wine, distilled
The two chemistry grew,
organically...
UNEXPECTEDLY-
Like bare feet,
squished grapes
between their toes...
The barrel stained purple, the smell lingers, and salivates their senses
Her name stays on his tongue
Oh,Saoirse
the freedom you give me,
a future to hope for...
The couple attends,
A “local”
artist gallery opening...
The date,
their first impression of one another
Not a fantasy built in their minds...
Staring ahead,
the uplights
blinding them to another’s flaws...
the landscapes of replication of still lives;
and Monet landscapes are intoxicating. Blurring into their racing heartbeat
This artist,
creates other worldly paintings
With each scrape of his pairing knife, blends vivid colors,
with a fantastically imagination!
visually transports
the viewer to another universe—
Leading away from the dystopian reality
Everyone of his creations, a story.
Rooted in lore,
A creative writing soul
is dying to narrate!
Oh Saoirse,
the freedom you give me,
a future to hope for...
Just as,
Seedless grapes ,
hang over the fence—
A mix of sweet red,
and tart green
Frozen
Tastes like popsicles,
On a summer day...
Commit to me,
and we
will live in worlds as beautiful as this,
painted in bliss!
Oh Saoirse,
the freedom you give me,
a future to hope for...
Say, I am forever yours!
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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