My farewell letter to love .
Blue and blues style .
You gave me the tipsiness
of one last kiss .
like a relief ...
Farewell, spelling
some accomplice skirmish ,
still addicted to their chains,
burning liquorice flower
picked up on a damp
departure platform
where the nostagia train
will be announced with a delay...
I watch you leave for other arms
and write the story of another drama...
I already miss your taste ...
The poet likes to weep bouquets
of croco tears that he will place
on the gravestone of his inspiration...
Scribbler in love do you have
really so much time to waste,
believing the sweet lies in Elsa's eyes ?
The words take on this beautiful shade
of ochre and rust that settles
on the silence of our wounds ...
As it to say :
''You see, tenderness still exists ! ''
Oaths are only written on clouds
and become legends ...
Passes by ,the gardener of times
who makes a big pile of theses vanities
before setting fire to them...
I tore up my farewell letter
telling you to come back ...
What's the point of crying ?
All this goes down with a dry martini !
On the opposite platform, at dawn ,
life will come along .
And I will recognize you
in her gaze and salt of her lips .
In this other heat I will breathe
your secret incandescence ...
Will always be just that poet
of the blue and blues plains of Mercury ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments9
Blue my favorite color and I love the blues as well but there is loss and sadness with a sense of indifference in this poem. Nicely crafted it flows like the blue rivers to the sea.
Blue fascinates and frightens me. I feel more of a green person !
Love green too.
another fine write
A little bit true .A bit deceitful ...
I enjoyed it my friend
A beautiful poem, steeped in musical melancholy, written with gentle irony and a touch of philosophical coolness. The final lines are magnificent.
I turned the rhapsody in blue into a poem !
A well woven poem about abandonment !
Many like blue and i am one of them .
Here blue — melancholy , nostalgia .
More like a breakup .But who is leaving the other ?
A true lover never leaves .
Things in life are not so simple...
Very true .
But there is difference between departure and distance .
Maybe ...Departance ?
So nice, pretty yet sad. The words take on this beautiful shade
"of ochre and rust that settles on the silence of our wounds ...just beautiful. nice work.
Sad ? More a like a watercolor painting in a melancholy landscape ...
What a beautiful, tender poem, and yet one feels a certain play in it... Musical and piercing, with magnificent metaphors.
I adore the blues.
A splendid work, Lorenz.
Poetry consists of finding the music of the spheres in everyday life ...
a blue verse - i like the way the lament is done with dignity and style...enjoyed reading it
Ochre and rust
settle on our words in blues
but don't believe what I say .
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