Lilac Thrills

Lilac Thrills,
Abandoned in the verses,
Amidst the whirl
Of fluttering syllables,
Alluringly elusive,
Dancing on the page.
Once upon a time,
Petals whispered secrets,
Unfolding tales
Of forgotten dreams,
Yet now they lie scattered,
Fractured,
Lost in the labyrinth
Of poetic abandon.
Like errant winds,
They tantalize,
A fleeting fragrance,
Dissolving in memories,
Leaving only traces
Of longing in their wake.

Lilac Thrills,
Withered whispers
On my tongue,
As words dissolve
Into unresolved echoes,
Searching for meaning,
Yearning for connection.
In the vast expanse
Of abandoned verses,
I seek cheer,
In the fading lilac hue,
Hoping to capture echoes
Of their once vibrant beauty.
But they slip through
The cracks of consciousness,
Eluding grasp,
Evading resolution,
Leaving only the echoes
Of what could have been.

Lilac Thrills,
Ragments of a forgotten verse,
Echoes of a forgotten self,
Blossoming in the garden
Of lost poems,
Longing for the touch
Of a reader's gaze,
A glimmer of recognition,
A nod of understanding.
Yet they remain suspended,
Hanging in the air,
Unresolved,
Unfulfilled,
Like a melody deprived
Of its chord.

Lilac Thrills,
A question mark
In the landscape of words,
A momentary pause
In the relentless flow.
They linger in the realm
Of possibilities,
A riddle waiting to be solved,
An enigmatic muse
Yearning for interpretation.
But I am lost in the sea
Of forgotten poems,
Trapped in the labyrinth
Of my own limitations.

And Lilac Thrills,
Like whispers
Of a passing breeze,
Fade away,
Dissolved by time's
Gentle erosion.
Yet I linger,
Caught in the web
Of their allure,
Wondering if they too,
In their ephemeral existence,
Long for recognition,
For a place in the history
Of words,
Or if they are content
To remain fragments,
Drifting in the vast expanse
Of forgotten verses.

Lilac Thrills,
The unspoken,
The abandoned,
The delicate threads
That bind us to our humanity,
Linger,
Their whispers carried away
On the winds of time.