"trouvaille" poems
I am wild, my akushla,
a solivigant.
But you are a cynefin.
Your kalon conceives resfeber in me.
Beasts rumble within like brontide,
they chant of redamancy, my trouvaille.
The dragoman drew me to you
Speaking of yugen
the susurruss mountains
they cured my atelphobia
Submontane caves
where our lights baltered among the selcouth crystals
Reminding me of basorexic spoondrift
breaking the moonglades you adore,
my fellow parallian.
Perhaps it was boyish werifesteria
or maybe I was selenotropic
to fall in love with a gentle boobook
ever so finifugal when we speak
But I feel filipendulous when abendrot bows for advesperacit
You sometimes consider it sphalolaliah,
my words, going ever on and on,
But I’ll learn your lagom, if you give me time
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
Ours is not like a classic tragedy story that marks.
Nor like one of those Nicholas Sparks’.
Ours is too perfect to just let go,
but too painful to continue.
Ours is excruciatingly beautiful
to just coop in a book.
I’ve wrote down these words,
so everyone can look.
Ours is trouvaille.
Not a fairytale.
And if I get a chance,
I want to have it more than once.
In another life, I’ll fight harder.
In another life, we’ll be together.
There’s no need to let go of each other.
In another life, it’ll be you and me forever.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
I've been told to make her fall in love
It would require much laughter
Yet each time she laughs
It is me who falls
Through our journey
Pain will ensue
But our strength
And courage
Can take on anything
Thrown our way
See, I promised I'd reach
The part of her
That's she swore
She wouldn't give to anyone.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
***I might gonna find my tears into a riverbank
Flew off the dead leaves in autumn's metanoia
Fooled and choked what's been left unsaid
Changing its colors and season
Maybe someday i'll let myself;
Find the right things to be done
Trouvaille the beautiful things
to believe in.***
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
When my eyes meet yours
I see more than just those chocolate emerald irises
there is not just a twinkle
but an entire galaxy
light years away from our own
c.p
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
Chiliad years Logaphiles were written for us in many Eurythmic Forms to help comprehend ones Alexithymic;
The Orphic Lyrics of
Luftmensh Scops,
The Evanescence of Classical
Pieces of Merak Musicians,
The Timeless Dotish
Word in an Aubade,
The Aeipathy behind a
Bindlestill Writing Effable
Lines to an Auralize
Of an Epoch Poem,
The Sillage of
Camhanich in the
Lyrics of a Trouvaille Song,
Many Vagary were
written under the
Angelic Moon Phase
with Mid-Summer
Nites Dwaat Melliflous
of the Lite Breeze
through the Trees
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
Arrival of fall, rustling of leaves
Strangers walking down the alley
Far reaches from the city grounds
A girl, a charmer arrived in the fall
The planet on its tiptoes danced 16 times
To welcome new chapters in her life
In the trouvaille, I found a friend in a stranger
A friend I never knew I needed,
In my journey to love myself
The courage flowed like river from her words
Her aura that outshines moonlight
In longing of someone, she counts the stars
A hidden sadness behind the beaming smile
A hidden pain behind those eyes
In her happiness, the gunnen rises on me
Went through ups and down
She always fought the demons in her mind
A figure who loves “tea”, to be debutante in her prime
Have friends like poison ivy
But she knows how to live life
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 2:00 AM UTC