I'm rich in inner landscapes
that have known so many
wars of love...
Forbidden area of a self
running in voluptuous curves
and impenetrable forest...
My inner landscapes
are populated by wild creatures
who meet at 5.pm for tea
and philosophize about weather
and passing time...
Sometime I hear from the little prince .
He's grown up and has a flock of sheep
there,at the foot of the old mountain
who's always got it's head in the clouds...
My towns are built in the countryside
and a thousand temples inhabited by smiling monks
welcome the pilgrims in search of impermanence
and leaving their luna park at the entrance ...
My inner landscapes are bathed by creamy oceans
that offer themselves to the breath of a warm sirocco
and fall asleep like happy cats ...
My dreams are white beaches on which I cast worlds
that drift toward carefree island of paradise ...
Ever changing inner landscapes taking the form
of soft watercolors,colorful parrots and musical waterfalls !
I know so well your secret ways
which are still so mysterious to me ...
My inner landscapes .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: March 3rd, 2025 07:58
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Comments2
As the poem speaks it reveals the inner landscapes of the author, some beautiful, others fanciful while others sensuous and philosophical and calm. A wonderful blend of originality and complexity. A really nice poem that calms the soul and takes one to an inner home
Your sensitive analysis puts sunshine in my heart !
The poem can be called picturesque and musical because you use language close to visual art and sound imagery. It is a poetic oasis, full of warmth and gentle melancholy. It creates a sense of a living, cozy world where one wants to linger a little longer. Thank you for this journey!
You are welcome in my easy cozy world !
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