You can write
on the velvet of the night.
The salty from a tropical island.
In the clouds of the book of time.
Inventing cosmic languages .
You can paint
the spirit of seasons
or a tear of rain .
Stealing a scent of desire
like voluptuous incense
and the dew of a perfect dawn .
Awakening the languor's
of a faun's afternoon ...
Capture a morning's aroma .
Listen to the bolero of a laugh
and the concerto of a smile .
Honey kiss sweetness ...
Falling asleep in teddy's arms .
Casting the spell of a love alchemy
and the delicious taste of the fruit of sin...
To be the comedian of the rising sun
grand master of all wisdom
doomsday wizzard a day of solitude.
Simply a child dancing with the stars.
Artist in the eternity dimension ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A surreal like poem of intergalactic language, love and sensation. Very nicely done
Thanks Soren ! Intergalactic language ? I love the idea !
The imaginative and inspired flow of metaphors turns this poem into a true ode to the artist — a creator who senses the world beyond the limits of time. Vivid images give the impression that we are reading dreams. Beautifully written!
Clairvoyant poet !
Wizard child !
Faune not so wise !
All we are the pen-painters !
great imagery , delightful
Thanks ! The artist craftsman of the soul !
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