You’re my flame…
in the pitch-dark monster lair
and beacon in eery glares of ugly nights.
You are never away…
You are always in the array
of blooming next day.
Sometimes I do prey
other flames gleaming
But I am just dreaming
at the same organ of fire…
…”The heart is an organ of fire.” – Michael Ondaatje, The English patient.
Art by the amazing Rafal Olbinski.
The story in the beginning
is always hard…
Then you cannot escape it.
It coils around you deeper and deeper
and burns with words
Unwritten.
……………………………………………………
I met him one shiny wintry day
My heart was as confused as the weather….
Art by Ivan Fedorovich Choultsé (1877 – 1932).
I am the lilac hunter
I prey for smells of never-ending springs
I hunt at dusk
as I grope for the blue
Forever…
Art by Vincent van Gogh.
In April, when trees are getting green
I’ll try and tell you what I mean.
On April first
I go berserk
As I choke
Upon a good old joke.
But I’m not daft
And so…I laugh!
Art by Daniel F. Gerhartz.
3D words are for when
the times are insane
and I proclame
I need one more picture
to show the same
love and patience
and yearn…
Given:
Greenway = a belt of parks or rural land surrounding a town or city.
I wish you for today
To go astray
In a beautiful array
Of magnificent greenway.
The night of last
was as charmed as the lust
for balmy winds
awake in the fields,
betrothed with hills
loved by the mere
and the surreal moons
Touching you
with the fire of springs.
Art By Rene Magritte.
Lust = pleasure/inclination/desire
Betrothed= having promised to marry somebody
Mere = a pool or lake.
My blooming chart says Love is not Love
that could not resist the flowers to seed, bloom, bask in the moon, wither in the wind
and wait patiently in the ground more agains than springs…
A picture of the Love that surprises Time by Michael Cheval.
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“Meanwhile with the help of an anecdote I fell in love. Words…. They have a power.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient.
The poetic trip that one takes
is looking at the moon
in laughter
through the palms
of the palm tree.
And the Orion constellation
shimmering stars down
engulfs you in light.
I stop in thought
of a better place
As the trails of stars are reminders…
The poetic trip is
When you find the air
that smells like cypresses and wild withered flowers
and the golden breeze fretting secrets
that we only know.
This poem has become a bespoke present for a beautiful person.
