An incessant, deathless bridge, writing,
sculpturing stories.
Some forbidden paths, some thirsty streams,
Some half grown spring, some winter dreams.
A mild thread weaving me,
twining us, on the canvas, a myriad.
Question it, for it embraced the answers,
deep and hollow,
some jaded reflections and many divine promises.
The marbled ignorance can’t fade its music
No dark can seduce its ravings
Fall down in the lap
Indulge in the fountain and flow
Let go.
When you meet, meet in the eyes
Incense the time and run your scent, see
It moulds the tale
It heals the pain
Slithering on the wry, homage to fearless,
erasing velvet lies, drying wrath vines.
Sorrows escaped out, vanished
Let rise.
14 comments:
Really liked the "meet in the eyes" line, very vivid images you create in this one.
Love how you wove the seasons with writing. Fresh and enjoyable.
"When you meet, meet in the eyes
Incense the time and run your scent"
Really loved this couplet. The overall imagery of the piece is wonderful, great write! ~Rose
Some forbidden paths, some thirsty streams,
Some half grown spring, some winter dreams.
Beautiful.
And the lines on meeting in the eye and healing, pure. :)
Beautiful.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
It moulds the tale
It heels the pain
That's love for you...
Second thoughts, did you mean it 'heals' the pain and makes it better, or stamps its high 'heels' to make it worse?
Moot point...
Thanks Jinsky, and I am sorry it was heal only, typing mistake :P Sometimes you commit such a stupidity, how you forget such a simple thing, that in the end, you can only laugh.
I love the way this wanders along, questioning and answering, serene and full of that peace a writer only gets from writing something out that has pushed against the subconscious and made a blister--ah the relief. ;-)
this is written with such a tender voice..beautiful
Love has that effect.
Penned beautifully.
Your poem took it to a deep, dark, hollow place to then emerge in a flow that seems to let go.
"Fall down in the lap
Indulge in the fountain and flow
Let go."
Like that very much. Excellent work.
Let rise indeed. You write great lines and always love your words, each one jolts an emotion or vision or memory. Great title too. Very impressive and inspiratinal.
Haunting! The sort of catalog of images at the end (or maybe of ideas?) changes the pace and really excites things, making the end positively mouth-watering.
Wonderful :)
These lines are so lovely and musical:
"Some forbidden paths, some thirsty streams,
Some half grown spring, some winter dreams."
Enjoyed the read.
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