Aborted appointment
with a creature
made of a sterile
metal womb .
This morning she put
her most beautiful dress ,
perfuming herself
with a cloud of oblivion
and eternity ,
wanting to breathe
her womanly scent ...
That day where everything
was blue .
Dress, eyes , ocean ,
and even the heaven !
Closing the book
and ignoring how
the story ends .
Fallen angel of flesh and blood
whose wings closed
over the abyssal silence ...
Book cover whose title and author
I have forgotten .
Few lines written with a feverish hand ,
saying '' I love life ! but not that one ...''
It happens sometime that we die
only after a lifetime of rushing
towards a few missed meetings
masking some dark secrets ...
A cool breeze danced across
San Francisco bay .
The bridge murmuring :
''Don't grow old ! come to me ...''
Tourists were watching at you.
Just old ghosts from the past ,
passing each other without greeting...
The book remained open
on the first page of the rendezvous ...
Your dress unfolding
like a blue bird ,
hopelessly in love with a fish ...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
There is a sense of deep symbolism and a strong emotional current here — the words sound like the echo of a personal story that was never allowed to reach its conclusion.
Very pertinent and sensitive analysis !
I loved the flow of color through this poem where a woman well could be a relationship that has all the elements mentioned, the very loss of one's soul. It all carries through to the end. Nicely put together in a modernistic surreal portrayal. All so well done a fave
So many colors of blues !
Blues indeed
Endless story......
It's soft ache wrapped in beauty......
Nice , a fave...
Thanks for fave ! Impressive burning blue !
You are most welcome
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