Art by Redbubble
Neon colors meet the canvas’
torso
assembling interactive savor
assuming a banquet galore
to ponder
to understand the play by
the fireplace of prolonged tales.
As long as your stamina
infectious-
the proper mood, well-toned
texture-
be aware of severe fever of soul:
prepare the floral bouquet .
Logs/wood moan in the fire,
restrain the goblins in
Trojan horse/body,
bleeding,
dying of desperation
a gene of love.
Refused,
when guru in orb form
came in the view to
put out the flame,
spill rain,
prevent the desire
to master
the puzzle of One…
Neon colors meet the canvas’
torso
assembling interactive savor
assuming a banquet galore
to ponder
to understand the play by
the fireplace of prolonged tales.
Vibrant, unburdened, darling
alerted, altered
throughout all vortexes
to carry in aura
nurtured in peace
with no war.
Read more at: d'Verse Poetic: Homophonic Translations
nurtured in peace with no war.... wish we all would find our place on the canvas like that... love how you weave in the Trojan horse...
ReplyDeleteha. you made it make sense to me...
ReplyDeletethe refrain stanza is really cool...the neon on the torso...canvas...
glad i caught this one...
Oh, well done! You made it make sense to me too, and I love the unexpected phrases which arose, particularly 'the fireplace of prolonged tales'.
ReplyDeleteThe color sure burns within and without in your words
ReplyDeleteHey we start off with neon, smiles ~ Very creative response ~
ReplyDeletelove how the logs and wood moan in the fire and that ending is just perfect.
ReplyDeleteImmersed so easily into the flames... Enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteSo much to love, the neon and flames.. but those goblins we need to keep at bay.. i that a little wink at Christina Rosetti?
ReplyDeleteLogs/wood moan in the fire,
ReplyDeletebleeding,dying of desperation
a gene of love.
A burning bonfire is very much an attraction as it is a threat! Nicely humbird!
Hank
...alerted and altered sounds like our daily world nowadays. Glad to see hope in peace at the end.
ReplyDelete"Logs/wood moan in the fire,
ReplyDeleterestrain the goblins in
Trojan horse/body,
bleeding,
dying of desperation
a gene of love."...my favorite part...love the end too :)
I like this! Your perception provides more food for thought.
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