"limn" poems
Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
Homer with all his wars and warriors—Hector, Achilles, Ajax,
Or Shakespeare’s woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, Othello—Tennyson’s
fair ladies,
Meter or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect rhyme,
delight of singers;
These, these, O sea, all these I’d gladly barter,
Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer,
Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse,
And leave its odor there.
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*Oh, my Lord, my God,
I am so thankful to Thee,
Today, I still breathe.
For all the blessings,
I don't think if I deserve,
Your love is so great.
You gave me treasure,
Brandon is his precious name,
I am overjoyed.
He supplies me glee,
And a dulcet peace within,
Lavish love to me.
I cry in rapture,
Oh, how he complete my life!
He is all I need.
Yes, he's so perfect,
Oh Lord, He is what I dreamed,
My heaven on earth.
I always ponder,
How blessed I am to have him,
Yes, I'm more than blessed!
My Almighty God,
I treasure him so dearly,
Oh please be with him.
I whisper prayers,
With love, to your holy throne,
Just for my lover.
Veil him with Your wings,
Clear the path he is treading,
Give him endless bliss.
Grasp him with Your love,
Limn perfect peace inside him,
Give him wondrous life.
Lord, this love's so true,
I wanna keep him happy.
Please, help me do it.
He is an angel,
That descended from heaven,
Clasp me with his love.
His wings assured me,
Refuge for eternity,
A love eternal.
Oh, Amazing God,
How can I ever deserve,
This utmost blessing!
*
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
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{[a parachute of words to soften death
(the impact governed by an ancient rule)]
for falling slower, to allow the gaze to linger
on a beingscape of prophets, sages, and of fools,
to entertain a fantasy, a whim
or a kernal sign of epistemic limn}:
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feline-dolphin friendliness to bring,
to sing of paws and fins, to fashion songs..
cut playful, caring, interspecies lens.
sprouting karmic stems at every step
with toe-gems on a koan-grounded path
on which the memories of art abound--
to measure wrath, to nard with wisdom salves
the holon vast of intra-earthling givenness
and arm the doom'ed nous with lethe-wards:
a Helm of melodies to dim the sound
of nether-chords in taunting reaper's lure;
pantheonic Plate to temper tangent blows
of glowing smoulders, darkest passion throws;
Wings of flame in kind caressing pleasure
licking high incurvate spinal moan... alone...
the tone is sure, for underworldly psalm
and biding sweep of time, aeon after aeon, eternal bone on bone,
in gales of fated nescience, the moment dawns
careening, skirrs my aether-self of lighted
purpose drawn, and telic web of wanings on...
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Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 11:32 PM UTC
purple,
violent with love
so deep beyond sight
but silver calm serene as well--
the flicker-mood incarnate,
a swiper styled at the center crux of being
that better me,
likes to hide all foxy
in giggle fits of cosmic nothing else but play
--amethyst beams
and silhouetted sundust whirls
of pain dispersed and lethe wards agleam
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
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*
Oh my soulmate and king,
This soul is lamenting prodigiously,
I stretch my spirit's breathing,
And clasp tightly into my heart,
With my other hand outstretching to the sky,
Begging for mercy to end my utmost torment,
But I end up crouching in extreme pain,
My eyes are swollen, tears dried up,
Voice are hoarsen for hours of shrieking,
To lavish pity from above.
Oh my Lord and Saviour,
Extend this life for my lover,
I could not afford to rest in peace from my torture,
If I won't see a glimpse of his empyrean countenance,
Oh my God, my Lord,
These knees are bruised in genuflecting for my unceasing prayers,
Beseeching for your miracle to enfold me,
I am conquering, taking aching breaths at a time,
Rolling my eyes, biting my lips and tearing in this throe,
Oh Lord God,
Give me wings just for a day,
Give strength to it and help me to spread dauntlessly and fly to where my Brandon is,
I need my king's love and comfort,
I need to tell him how I cherish him,
I need to tell him how I love him so much,
I need to hug him and let him know I will always be with him,
Though the earth be shaken and the universe disintegrate,
He will wear my love like a crown,
And my love's assurance I will settle in his ring finger,
I will secure him for a queen should protect her king,
Though I won't be physically with him for long,
For I only have a day to keep breathing,
With agony I keep holding unto my hope,
To pull me up when I arch in hurt and grief,
But my psyche will be with him 'til infinity,
Oh My Lord, I will forever be with him.
Oh my Saviour,
Just PLEASE,
If I won't make it today,
And I won't be able to tell him all I want to say,
And do all I wanna do to him,
Just please my God,
Just please remind him always that I love him alone so much,
If he shed tears in lonesomeness when I am gone,
Please wipe his tears for me,
For I won't be able to hold him physically and comfort him,
Please my God, let him feel I am always with him,
Awaken his happiness oh Lord when am gone,
Rekindle his mind to read the poems I made for him,
Lord God, shelter him with your love,
I don't wanna see him shedding tears for me,
I want to limn smile in his mouth,
But I know it will be mourning for sorrow when I am no longer in this earth,
I am fighting hard to survive for him,
But I am so weak, my strength evaporated,
My voice disappeared and my hope almost relinquish,
Just please Oh God,
Let me rest in peace knowing he is safe in your arms,
Envelop him with console and exhilaration,
Just please be with him together with me always,*
Oh Lord God, I love him so so much!
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
•
*I wake up each day,
Rainbows in front of my eyes,
I feel so sublime,
Your presence, I'm elated,
With you my king, I'm secured.
Your love is my paint,
That endlessly supply me,
Incandescent hue,
Limn my world with love divine,
You created paradise.
I'm always blissful,
Finally you're in my arms,
You are the heaven,
That God sent, I'm rapturous.
My king, my soulmate, my all.*
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
(I.)
Only a fool would try, in line by line
Of fair assessment honestly expressed,
To paint with words the finest of the fine
Beauties of which you solely are possessed.
No elegance would not seem spread too thin;
And he who'd try would never be believed,
For none would see as truth the truth therein,
But think it all a lover's eyes deceived.
So candid pics and videos must record
What speech could never adequately limn,
And would be doubted elsewise word for word,—
The evidence being hearsay and far too slim.
Yet, all of these leave much too much to doubt:—
All flaws would seem, no doubt, photoshopped out.
(II.)
Like two caves spun with dusty cobweb-snares
Guarding a cache of emeralds is your nose.
Your globby eyes find shade 'neath oxen hairs.
Like two thin frowning mustaches are your brows.
With microscopic mites your shiny skin
Glints, like a hanging fruit's with aphid flies
Flitting around about and out and in,
Or a hot, oil-glistened frenchèd fry's.
Like hard, mini marshmallows are your teeth.
Your lips, like jellied dextromethorphan.
Oh! oh! to be that rubber soul beneath
Those knobby tubers made for kicking a can!
But here again the painting is askew:
It lacks that certain something that's in you.
Yes, rubber soul.
*
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
•
*You’ve unseal all chains that keep my windows shut,
Open it valorously,
And let the sunshine in,
You let illumination enter my soul and detonate light that vivify my slumbered happiness,*
**You came, my knight in shining armor!
Oh, how you save me from my pitch-black world!**
*You draw near and kneel in front of me,
As the light from the opened windows brush your countenance,
I saw your feet from below,
Scintillating,
For you are heavenly armored,
Your left hand wrap around my neck,
And your right hand lift my chin,
Tears gush out from my eyes as your lips press against mine passionately,*
Love spark between us,
I found my refuge in you from that very moment,
Assurance envelop and hope flourish within me.
*You offered your hand to lead me the way,
You walk gaily with me while holding my hand tightly,
My eyes are affix to you, with only your visage I can see a glimpse of heaven,
You’ve welcome me in your paradise!
I was in such elation and you colored my eyes with lustrous hue.*
*You guide me through the rhythm of your genuine love,
I dance and sway with you as your love enter and penetrate me from within,*
Our smiles stroke the skies with beauteous tints and limn rainbows from it.
*You tour me to the garden of your love,
And yellow flowers fill the surroundings,
They bloom as we pass through them,
For our happiness spread seeds in the land,
And our love make them grow.*
Then you carry me to the sea,
**And storms start to rage out,
Winds blew to its extremity,
Demons are starting their travail to us,
To separate us through agonizing excruciation !**
*But we enfold each other tightly and lock fingers together,
We tread dauntlessly into the sea,
As God walk together with us,
Storms calm and the sun rise up and gleam in us,
For our love creates peace, and brings exhilaration and serenity.*
*We gleefully celebrate the victory of our love,
We stride to the mountains and soar high into the skies,
We lie down in the clouds and stare at the moon and the twinkling stars,*
**I lean my head into your chest and your arms wrap around me,
I stretch my arms, hug you firmly,
We delightfully cuddle,
And my legs lock against yours,
My hair together became our blanket,
With the euphonious sound of your heartbeat,
I fell asleep in your loving embrace,
And with the moonlight gleaming to us,**
We dream,
TOGETHER.
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Can you settle for more or less if today was your last day
And what would be your retort if you were denied another chance?
How life introduces sobriety and the impending inevitability
The interstice and it’s ingress that encloses before your eyes
The demanding pouring of importune time
That soothing allaying sighs that evoke incalculable alleviation
If someone were to impart as they closed their eyes
As they died with a commital of happenings with not enough time
As to burden you with the impression of only one chance
It would seem and with the impending inevitability
Of your death which would subito compromise the day
A bearding contrivance plight of obligations engagement and commital no alleviation
An abecedarian dossier concealed for a long time
All this time the inevitable coinciding incident only for your eyes
The emotional habituation was of quotidian rendition each day
Of how trivial things take us on a dance with only one life one chance
With your attention and awareness on the answer the inevitability
Of what you are becoming with each passing second for each
Thought which transpires and no alleviation
Is there an epoch a replicating limn a depiction of our linear time
As we perpetrate and pursue progressively for our alleviation
Engaged to staying the course the day
Stirring closing in on our deliberate objective determined chance
Which remained for a terse duration from the inevitability
In which at the atrium of this erstwhile portage of a duvet to belabor
To stifle firsthand with your eyes
The variant from this domicile from this residence on a day
Is the vagabond to perish in yonder with no alleviation
Once man was a brute dullard or a curmudgeon spinster at a time
Which offers a mute disconnection ragged miscreant the inevi
Naivety or absent mindedness to somnambulist and its silhouette
Notwithstanding change
The quagmire and it’s nightmare the ingrate delighted with coined
Shunned eyes
Reputation with a flagrant obscene defilement galvanizing
The alleviation
At the heart of this lies another chance
A precocious inevitability
A man who lies to die another day
The annihilation in desperate want for from those argent eyes
To the starving newfangled optimism which in its sheen
Shines sunshine dulling the ocular orbs of time
Forwithal in befuddlement remain here
The time if infringement to comprehend the volatile vertigo
And the inevitability
The harrowing of hell
Glance at the shinning suns in her eyes intention considers change
After you heal and left are the cicatrix
Will you plunge further for alleviation
Or on the intent of regression once again
From long ago to another distant day.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC
the ancient anxiety of dogs.
has winter
no levy
it cannot call.
bread;
the saying of bread.
bald man
in a hair salon
religion.
but also, bravery.
our present loss, lost
to the foreclosure
of immediacy.
litany's take,
a rake.
treads your boy
to banquet-
passes my own
pulling a mouth
from a wire fence
and waves.
was not believed
a child
this faith.
the strength of my father
to **** his due.
the strength of yours, too.
be still. and full.
has place
no debtor
in lull.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
On Death's midnight hour I had not dream
The days hath gone away -- I couldn't deem
That the elder of these angels left the throne
And flown so sorrowfully by thee alone --
But thy lonesome soul shall limn to see
Not one hovering spirit free --
And where -- shall the asperity scythe cast
Over visions of the shadowed Past --
Of torrent of tormenting trauma
Filled with Manichaean mount and karma
Restlessly rolling down necropolis
Past foot-hills of the dread that drop polis --
Or of the sound of a susurrus winged-sylph whom soar
Yet thunder her voice in a stricken Lion's roar
And uphold herself on heavens vault
And dare to curse that its all my fault --
So what now -- what now when the worst
Is the Devil's tempest durst
To ever define me to what I am today
To ever price my soul to what I have to pay
When the final price was paid when the Lord bled fast away.
May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
Us/you/I swaying on the spiralling
star-smudged staircase
that leads to the evanescent
crescendo of the sun.
Synchronously//Contemporaneously,
the moon subsisting in her shadow,
spills ashen white light ray
andlimn her initials,
across the somber sky.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
What is in a smile,
the silent tongue we all know,
that creates a homely feeling?
An occurrence so quick—
it's infinite.
A defined word—
impossible to describe.
Your muscle tension—
a natural response—
a reflection of a lax face formerly grinning.
Strangers acquainted by a shared moment—
a second whose detail would take a lifetime to limn.
When an unexpected smile arises,
the heart—a light, whose brightness is love—
shines intensely, spreading warmly through body and soul,
forever resplendent.
Jun 25, 2012
Jun 25, 2012 at 3:02 AM UTC
*They swallowed me and spit out.
My pride was dispelled in a cold land.
The tumid persecution with the connivance of rake rampantly exhume my organs.
My fervent desire in extending my hand was ebbing fast.
I’m a feme. I’m at the end of my tether.
They tied up my hands and feet on both edge of the glandola.
I was surrounded by darkness frozen alone.
From night till dawn they flogging me then soak in salty water.
No more grain of hope for me to see the birth of my son.
I can taste no more the honeydew that my husband had brought me.
They will surely lament for me…
They whom I vowed to serve and cherish.
Who wants to indite a poem for me?
Who wants to limn my life story?
My lesion leaked by flies has been dried up.
My body was mortify in shame without any clad.
I’m at the end of my tether.
But…
They will remember me!
They will tell my life story.
They will fight for me!
They, the youth, will cut the Gordian knot!
*
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
The sun was shining over the trees,
Hovering, suspended by invisible strings.
The minutes tick by slowly
And the clouds, like angels,
Floated across the sky.
Loud, large, and lively geese
Passed overhead, disrupting the quiet scene.
To describe the colors
Would be like trying to describe
The Sistine Chapel Ceiling;
It would be hard to limn
The beauty of it all.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
we left behind
gated, frosting footsteps:
a pulsing night, pulling
in and out of colour:
you were an
outlined track on our
palms: a myriad of
our voices tangling
as rubber wires:
a crystal in our cloudless breath,
an art i couldn't limn.
you were brittle
and warm: i still
shivered as i brushed
your shoulder.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
Unable to limn the
line, moments
mirror their equator.
Torus field of an angelic
axis.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
In the black coffee of night the moon pours cream
through the open window above our bed and lightens
the umber shadow stretching across the pale linen wall.
I want to paint you, your skin canvas smooth. Your breath
teases my touch as the hands and lips of new lovers do.
I dip my brushes into the liquid cups of your palms, load them
with color--madder rose,
vermillion,
scarlet,
carmine deep, cerulean,
turquoise,
lemon yellow,
burnt sienna,
ebony, titanium white--
to mix and match memories. I trace the whorls of your ears.
One brush fine enough to limn each lash, another of sturdy
bristle to scumble in the nooks of belly and ribs. I use flats
and ovals to define the arcs of your curves and wipe them clean
with rags torn from sheets where we strayed. Carefully, I frame you
in my arms and dry you with whispers.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
Quiet water, so still water,
evanescent pond.
Play of light upon the surface,
promising beyond.
Share your breath with silent evening
as it glides the shining scene;
projected tree-perspectives
limn the corners of the screen.
So darkness twists the senses
and it robs the breath of air,
draws the waters all together
and embraces its despair.
There’s a lateness in the hour.
(Has it always been this way?
Have we always been so old?)
Take a stone, just any stone,
a little pebble marked,
hold it out across the surface
of all-penetrating dark.
You see your face reflected there,
(though lower down by miles)
in the distant patient surface
that you hope returns your smiles.
Drop the stone (just any stone)
and watch it close the gap,
like a scribbled-over paper,
simply landed in your lap.
(Was that a bell?
What is the time?)
Feel the air, rushing, rushing!
Now see it hit without a sound,
or nothing ears can grasp;
imagine, then, a pounding heart
or a pleased but furtive gasp.
But though the ears can’t hear a thing,
through shadow spy the sight
of a thousand circles swelling up
and shimmering with light.
Spreading from the center
(though only you can see)
the ripples catch their share of light
and spread across the sea.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
How did I get this far?
Distorted vision
Collision for some sense
Love that I didn’t remember when I slept
Could’ve forgotten the tears that been wept
Regret to be swept
Socially inept when I ponder about my end
man in the mirror
who else can I depend on?
wipe the thoughts from my mind to "be" a little clearer
once upon
a time
rewind
no lexicon
to describe
my love beyond the stars up above
para ti
out and about with no doubt in my steps
out to test the handles to manifest
(ideasoutthefuckingdomeandIsaythatwithmychest)
excuse the ego, it's probably best
(sometimes I feel like I'm living like I'm holding on to the weakest set of limbs)
when the chances are thin, nothing to limn
reach within your inner vim
sitting here before work
10:31 am
I go in at 11
haven't gotten dressed yet
drinking coffee
listening to music
about to get my **** in
tonight I might get some ***** in
but recently the tears make me feel like I'm
losing.....
but that's just.... overthinking
what am I thinking?
I need to get ready for dat werk werk
racetrac clerk clerk
putting in that fookin werk werk
crazy **** ****
dunk my nuts on your face like I'm dirk dirk
okay I'm going to get ready
now
mu...
ah
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
For this day lay sudden undeathly amongst much life ' love. That if us too beloved bards be as one upon this plane, what greatness hast been to humanity. Shakespeare O Shakespeare, here wilt this life bear our sweetest love? With the spirit of troves hereby truity, what would be of thy rave. I thank thee for such guidance in these arts, more so bestow by whom speakth by the frequencies of the frame. These verses etch'd in stone mayst grind this Earth with goodness. For that even in future, man is evil and his content is low, he hath the word of the bard. To day things be not so slim that man mayst do things he canst not limn but it is by nature his grace is holy. Be it the painter, calligrapher, sculptor, and so the musician- all things lie great for these men and women with anyway they are to be in tune. I thank all wordsmiths of this phaseless art. All whom partaken in the arts fine and fair, I hope it remains a subtle way. Should this form not go astray no matter the one. It should forevermore be for the greater good of the Kosmos, the greater good of mortal life. To beyond is possible by the word or by the sound of tether'd consciousness. This is not all, more is all and we hast yet more. In this time I taketh it as mine. I remember O Shakespeare, I remember thee. Worrit not for relevance of thy excellence, it is eternal and is to be. As thou saith; 'To be or not to be' I in this frame saith but the same, 'of or of not' so shall it be known. This world without the bitterness of poetry is a world void. The verses spew'd by this passion art noble, gentle, but fierce to where no ordinaries canst trod. Only those with the light of the greatest substances of spirit so genuine. Shakespeare o gallant one, rest...rest upon thy crypt. By thy word rest easy and if so the world is sway'd in cause of man's ego and rage I shall soothe thy stone long the crescent moon above that fluoresces god's acre. Mine thanks Shakespeare, thou hast mine thanks. For us all I'll keep poetry and true lit alive for the greater good of humanity, for the sake of salience.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
The strongest passions, joy and sorrow
Contract the feelings like a vice,
A solid block no word can slice,
As lead today, and lead tomorrow.
The thicker humors have congealed.
Water alone can spurt and run,
Too light to join that unison
When bliss and sadness have annealed.
Though salted, tears can trickle down,
So fluid in comparison
To what calamity has stung.
So grieve, repent, blame, weep, or clown,
And breath is borrowed from the air,
And words but clipped and scripted breath.
Can grief pronounce a shibboleth,
Or rapture limn what’s past compare?
Nov 15, 2021
Nov 15, 2021 at 1:10 PM UTC
The pantheons demand the poets limn vision
‘Motionless inside dreaming still shores,
—I sleep lucid, prismic eternally awake.
In the absence of beta waves, alpha
—echoes unfold stretching into theta dives’.
Galactic chrysanthemums implode tearing—
liquid waves into writhing silver storms.
A thousand moons of mercury evaporate, reappear
and explode into black diamonds spray-painting
—cyclopean skies.
A supernatural alchemy beseeches, whispering inside
—my bloods dying, resurrected—breathing magic
that sips from rich ****** rivers; rushing through
distant canons of twisting blood vessels;
whereupon a billion red cells form aromatic pools—
igniting into an endless sea of bellowing fires.
‘Orphic, I am enchanted tasting a sorcerous nature,
angels conjuring eyes—burn mortal tinted memory shores,
bestowing ashes of what was, what is—the ‘I’ exhumed,
—raptly in deaths breath to unseen wisdom’.
Dust devils transform into ether crystal blown screens—
—bending, jostling, wrapping around nameless fluid planets,
luring my eye forth into dimensions lost, pulsing—
—only in sirens earendel song.
In black diamond stars, ‘spirits dream in frenetic pulses,
the cosmic lotus-eaters waiting in sky pearls—
—purveyors of ethereal dreaming, poets weaving
eternity before mortal life.
© ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
Breathing in the fresh air near the trees of serpentine purple,
To inhume the dolour of my dejected loneliness..
In the distressing ire I am that lacustrine,,
Listening the soft lay in the beautiful lea..
People know, my wounds are plumbless,,
No tears in my orbs , seems I am mage....
People here are serpents who don't slay,,
But are giving the bad sempiternal gashes...
Now look at my stygian tenebrous visage,,
From which poesy is flowing with a plashing sound...
You,, know their life was in pitch_dark,,,
Now is lucent and niveous, orgulous!! what I did,,
Those toys of clay rend me savagely,,,
Now my vermilion ichor exhibits the beautiful limn.
People of this era are pitiless,, my dear!!!
Are deceiving ere and after, not caring for eld..
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
In the morning, a lively blackbird
calls for its loyal companion.
The dawn is young and luminous
As the painting on the old easel.
From the crack of the window
a breeze plays around the vivid room
tenderly touching the dry paintings
of last month’s tears and blood.
Standing at the door, observing,
the eyes wandering carefully
surpassing every slight detail,
closing for seconds, to compose
a pile of memories and pictures.
The coffee, ready on the windowsill,
a gust of smells swirl in the room
melting on the canvas depicting a hill.
Inspiration, I need you, dear muse,
are you blue, black or bordeaux
show me the landscape and love,
pour into me the tingling liquid,
so I can close the eyes and limn,
the paintbrush leaving impressions
like the life leaves traces in my soul
with flammable sharp expressions.
The hill on the threadbare canvas
multiplies as the colours mingle
bold lines swirl into each other,
the Pangoian Hills, fair Koutra,
the glory of Greece embraces it.
Lost in the tale, forgetting the rest,
what else keeps my soul in place
as the world makes it repressed.
I fly thousand miles away, painting
I hear the piano in my head, sonata,
Beethoven, the day’s melancholy.
The brush slides and curl swiftly
the beauty of nature comes to life,
passionate impulse, instinctive urge
precision and fever absorbs the Artist,
irresistible and weakening surge.
Day and night, trying hard to survive
grasping the world’s innate essence
yet never getting back enough or thrive
the Artist works, loves and dreams
living in the marvellous inner world
neatly painting the life of the universe
sitting from place to place, searching
hoping to succeed, trying to immerse.
Years passing, the music still playing
I need ardour to find the meaning.
Greece is glowing under the sunlight
throwing diamonds from the sky.
The Artist senses immense love
soft brush in the hand comes alive,
clear beauty, happiness flowing over
as the Artist eternally closes the eyes.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 8:08 AM UTC