Surfing mind's Sibylline midnight sea
cuddled in a creamy host, this countenance floats
in my respiteless Promethean quay,
on the briny coast of my teary thoughts.
Neptune nabbed to the nooks of nymphal eyes;
silent seagull-cries swim two rain-sodden skies.
A Bragolin gleam on a Mona Lisa meme;
hanging loose on the brim, succumbs to a stream.
Cast to the thalassic tides of this mystery,
bobbing in memory's Venusian locks.
How this Seraphine gaze knocks in query
on the Lethean tyranny of clocks!
Locked in a bottle "in an Apollonian deluge,"
truth on Pandoran shores shares no refuge.
Lost in a look "dabbed with a Babylonian gleam,"
what she'd screamed to say, now nothing than a dream.
Tossed to a tempest in her Seraphine scream.
Home, now an Avalon, beyond the creamy rim.
Lost on a gaze in an Olympian gleam.
This silent scream in a Sirenic theme.
27/04/2025
Hirondelle
This is on a version of a live Mona Lisa painting I saw and have ever been haunted with -a version with eyes pooled with chagrin yet in a cryptic Seraphine composure. Bragolin eyes flooded with pain. Yet, serenity and desperate anguish of which I have little idea why it swam their eyes had both managed to pole the same pool.
Ever since my curiosity had the better of me to steal a furtive glance at this person, who I knew wouldn't rather me to have seen them in the plight, I have been cast to a tempest, rudderless.
We were in a group of people for a time; they had to go and when they came back, they went to their place wading in the blur of their eyes. Ignoring would have been unkind, yet seeing, not even watching, would have heartbreaking. What would you have done? Walking out was not an option. You knew nothing -nothing more than you were the best person to help, but the last one to do so all the same.
My millisecond so-called furtive glance was met with a steady poignant gaze screaming volumes from across an unknown sea at me. It had been there for a time and I don't know how much it lingered afterwards. It was not meant to be seen but it was necessary all the same.
Not being able to help, my conscience has ever been in a bottle at a troubled sea with the deafening silence of the scream.
Human expressions are so subtle, or as far as we prefer to look at the world with blind imagination, they will always be poetic -like everything else. The real question is about where we would rather live.
Some Cultural Notes about the Images I Used:
Giovanni Bragolin is the Italian painter famous for the haunting portraits of crying children he painted.
Venusian locks are inspired by Boticelli's iconic painting of the Greek Aphrodite (one born from sea foam) under a Roman name (Venus)
Apollo is referred to for his poetic prowess
Other mythological images include Sibylline for mystery, Promethean for the pain knowledge brings, Seraphine for angelic, Lethean for slipping into oblivion, Pandoran for chaos and destruction, Babylonian for forbidden nature of things, Olympian for divine qualities and Sirenic for troublesome nature of things.
