"patulous" poems
each and every
rose petal
is a dove...
scarlet leaflets
that resemble
a heart
when it first reconciled
with love.
a merciful breeze
which opens the eyes of the dove
so that it sees
love is not love,
it is an affliction
caused by another person's existence
yet love is radiant
as its rays
leave hearts patulous
and expecting more from the vast galaxies,
not the tumult of a fragile rose petal
each and every
rose petal
is a dove
leaking compassion
for those who aren't compatible
with the world's ego
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
“If you have loved with apocryphal one endlessly,
Imagine how that would have been co-equally,
With the right amity shares of love equitably,
As ambrosial as a queue of amaryllis narcissus,
Love that spreads through the air with poetic wings
If one were to propagate flower that will be endowed,
Intoxicating from such a love as the brine ocean waves,
As the ocean waves splash against rocks of daffodils,
Then comes the day your heart pounds with euphoria,
Finally your lips would embrace tongues pleach infinitely,
Can this be as inward to lull the essence of daffodils?
As I now feel like a dove as I fly away and be rested,
As intensified euphoria flavored from botanic gardens,
As so derives your skin within mine the contour,
Of your beauty has quenched my infinite ad valorem,
Contained now with patulous purity and sensitive felicity”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 12/07/2019 #175
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC