Art by Gianni de Conno
The last time we met,
You brought me your dream—
A life wish thrust into the
Vortex of Finitude.
And while you spoke, you flamed,
Violet tongues billowing
Through glassless windows,
Sparking their alchemy sky-high.
No longer were your words
Superficial or intellectualized.
No longer was your voice
Timid or unheard.
From your lips shone
Constellations of stars.
From your eyes keened
Recrudescent echoes.
The well of impotence runs dry,
I said.
You said,
Ah, yes! That’s so.
We glared at the vivid blue of
The air encaving You and Me.
We weighed our words
As if they were wisdoms of old.
We scattered the ghosts:
Ashes to blaze!
Dust to gold!
12 comments:
Un poème qui garde tout son mystère après plusieurs lectures!
From your lips shone
Constellation of stars
From your eyes keened
Recrudescent echoes.
J'ai beaucoup aimé les lignes ci-dessus avec les mots "lips" et "eyes" qu'on a envie d'intervertir...ou peut-être pas, réflexion faite;o)
En fait, je crois que je n'arrive pas bien à appréhender le mot "keened"!
Je crois que mes deux grippes m'ont bien fatiguée et je ne suis pas très performante en ce moment!
En tout cas, merci tout plein pour le partage de ces très belles lignes...et aussi pour ton indulgence à mon égard, mon amie!
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GROS BISOUS et à bientôt****
ps: un grand bonjour à qui tu sais;o)
Merci pour le plaisir de ta visite, ma belle Mildred! :-) Alors, prends soin de toi-meme!!! Okay? Et ne t'inquiète pas au sujet du poème!!! Tu peux lui donner le sens que tu veux. ;-) Bisous x 1000!!!
dearest nevine,
i really liked that "we glared at the vivid blue of the air encaving you and me."
aw, my friend, another poem of immense poetic talent..
and i feel oh so blessed that you share it with us.
love and hugs
always~
your friend.
xoxo
My dear Betty, you're always so very kind. My thanks to you for being such a dedicated reader. Warm hugs!
..ciao Nevine. Anche in questi versi la tua immaginazione e fantasia hanno contribuito in maniera eccellente. Gli ultimi tre versi sono straordinari ed eloquenti: ogni segreto è stato bruciato, ma la polvere era oro.Un bel sogno svanito?...abbraccio..
Coucou ma belle Nevine!
Je viens te souhaiter un très très bon weekend!
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Gros BISOUS et à bientôt ma Zamie****
ps: passe un grand bonjour à qui tu sais:o)
Ti ringrazio, Sergio! Tanti abbracci! :-)
Oh... je suis trop en retard, ma belle amie! Mais je te souhaite une bonne semaine!!! Et oui, je lui donnerai ton bonjour... :-)
My therapy session of today!
Yet another intense and beautiful piece. Your poetry is the gift that keeps on giving. Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
And it was mine on the day I started to write it, Adriana! Thank you, my dear.
Many thanks to you, Cuban. And it's so wonderful to see you here! Thanks for stopping in.
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