Revelation
I pour my tea freely,
but only into your ears
You hear, but never listen,
blame your lack of heart
Faith is a limited option,
symbolism reigns and
your decoder is broken,
misaligned, enigmatic
I force you to read my leaves,
I’m so obvious and you don’t care
All night, writing down
the visions: the albino deer
in the burning field and
your hand slipping from mine
The room of ladders with
slippery rungs, and a dragon
slain in a corner, your sword
deep in its indigo eye
Serpents burrowing into my head,
the only crown I’ll ever accept
You hissing the sweetest things
to entice me, and I’m still
weaponless, all stars and roses
against your lovely darkness
I’m sponging the tablet clean,
no more of me staining your aesthetic
The book will never be finished,
the story will change upon the page,
passed through the soiled hands of others,
corrupted by the better-than-reality fantasy
Image by Queena Deng from Pixabay
Thistle Thoughts 
Nicely done. I find it reflective of some of my own personal thoughts after recent events in my life, which increases the appeal for me. Thank you.
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Thank you
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Every time I see decoder I think of Little Orphan Annie’s decoder pen on A Christmas Story.
I’ll leave you alone now lol.
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Haha! That’s a great movie! “Be sure to drink your Olvatine.”
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* Ovaltine 😁
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😜
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This poem resonates. This line stood out for me “Serpents burrowing into my head, the only crown I’ll ever accept”
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed the poem, Beth. ♥️
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A visionary poem Jennifer! And a profound one too! Your language here is so powerful! Great creativity! Absolutely loved it!
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Thank you
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My pleasure.
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