At the dawn of a watercolor
where a landscape begins...
Flower still wet of midnight.
Eyes in the clouds
of an orange flavored day .
At sunrise of a long beach
soothed by kisses .
Soveted by the deceptive sweetness
of the flow ...
Where everything exudes
the early instant innocence .
Languid island ,presence
where the scent of coconut skins
and salty trade winds ,
floats in the air misty with desire .
unfinished ...
At the zenith of shameless
solar glory and fury
which plays with shadow and light ,
a migratory birds fly
by violence of senses ,
and rebirth ...
Deep blue ink that inspires
melody of soul and fulness...
Hours with a hint of storm .
Melancholy that gives
a taste of nostalgia to passions,
that tide carries away
somewhere beyond the ripple...
Would a tear -stained smile
be enough to keep the thread
from breaking ?
Unfinished ...
Rusty ochre twilight ,
the star of the sleepness night,
gently erases the vow that the wave
carry out to the open sea .
vessel bound for shipwreck ,
message in a bottle .
Old rag time so bitter ...
Is a voice and an outstreched hand
over the abyss ,
to leave one's mark on life ?
Or the sad gaze of an old dog
that we didn't how to love ?
Unfinished watercolor ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: August 16th, 2025 10:18
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Comments4
Images pour out of this poem in a smorgasbord of flavors running down the sides as syrups on an ice-cream parfait. Delightful and delicious.
Jäg kenner inte riktig till den Svensk delikatesserna !
This poem is about the attempt to hold on to a moment that, by its very nature, cannot be held. In its "unfinished" form lies its wholeness - just as in music, sometimes the pause sounds louder than the note itself.
''' The pause sounds louder than the note itself !'' Every composer's dream ! I love it !
Within this "unfinishedness" lies a simple truth: life is beautiful because it is never complete, always leaving space for another brushstroke, another feeling, another meaning.
Impressive!
Even in icompleteness lies fulfilment - That of a heart that dares to express itself in metaphors .
Again a lyrical piece carrying deep meaning.
Enjoyable read.
A painting always started .never finished.
Watercolor on a daily canvas space .
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