A fever for words that conceals
ills and wounds of the soul .
Fathomless oceans swept away
by interior tornadoes ..
Ghosts masked in obscurity ,
swirling in the shades of the mind .
I'm just random pilgrim ,
gathering conjugated shapes ,
whose genius is only his folly ...
My verbal mineral has a taste
of antique fresco
that wrinkle the affront of times...
Gallery of mumies in love
who lie to themselves .
Once ,a player in forbidden games
chases away by the first rain ...
The reality is but a tragic dissonance
in a mirror of false imaginary...
I see coming to me a lady in white
with the face of a queen of spell.
Sh'ell initiate me into the ritual of death,
I'll be reborn in the moisture of her body,
sheltered by the tree of life .
Lost words regain meaning
the always will succeed the who knows ?
And tossed by the winds
they become lyre birds
in the inspired creation orchestra...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
So much symbolism lies in this poem full of metaphor. It is a light in its darkness and contains many good lines. The firs six lines captured my interest and sank deep. Next (whose genius is only his folly) is a very deep message. Thought provoking this poem is a fave
Surealistic and symbolist essence ! As poets all are we a bit border line ! Thanks for fave !
A poem of a wandering spirit. The universe here is deeply symbolic, with strong, sometimes mysterious images that give the text a fantastic power.
I often get lost in the maze of my inner universe !
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