Poem: Lauranelle – ” The Vivid Seductress” #amwriting #poetry

Credit: http://www.myartmagazine.com by Patricia Murciano


Her smile is in her entrancing blue eyes, 

Sky of ink blue enhanced, purple, red, and pink. 

Wild child bites her ruby red lips, desires —
You, captivates you, takes you to the brink. 

Rainbow nails, smooth hair of brilliant hues too. 

Locks deep teal, sky blue, purple fuchsia inked

She’s a work of art, life sparkling through, 

Claret brows rise, she’ll admonish you; 

Leave her to pout; childlike tears will ensue. 

Life of party; her disdain ends soon,  — 

She’ll glide back, scarlet heels, winged shoes, 

Her petal skin glows in silver moon, 

No shred of innocence, pride taken, she woos. 

Lush sweet lips overcome your instinct to fight, 

She’ll take all you have and more, but to prove

She can have all she wants; life in black and white — 

Misses the intensity of multicoloured hues. 

Her life shines with saturation so bright, 

Chromacity, most vivid colours known, 

They overwhelm her form, rainbow explodes. 

Her smile is in her entrancing blue eyes, 

Wild child bites her ruby red lips, desire. 


©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.


Photography 101 – Day 2 – A Road

Photograph a Road

We all come across roads in our life. Roads that lead someways and roads that lead other ways. A crossroads can actually be an archetype for a decision. One must decide which way to go in life when facing certain choices. One road may lead to some place good while the other may lead to some place bad. Or both roads may lead to someplace wonderful, to an Ithaca or both to some place horrible.

The Road to Ithaca

is poem about an archetypal and mythical journey to some place amazing and fantastic. The voice in the poem faces danger and all sorts of different things on the way. But in the end we learn it is the journey that is important. Do we facing a crossroads dare an “Ithaca” a wonderful and adventuresome journey to the unknown. There’s only one way to find out. One must choose a road. . .