Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
gray dandelion seedheads stream from reveries of yore
to where i thought enchantment wasn't meant to be or for
a fool as gullible as i have always been, my dear
and as i watched the way they danced poetically, my tears
fell from the holiest of places in my brawling heart
and then beheld the way we waltzed a lovely sea of art
against that dream's endearment as blue skies would captivate
the very face of all eternity and all of fate
the field we frolicked in as we would laugh and as we'd play
endears my memory with all i held that lovely day
though oh, you felt it wasn't meant to last yet you still swore
that you would always be for me my dear, dear, sweet amore
then as you ever thought to go away like as the sun
gray dandelion seedheads blew from where our love begun
from where she strokes
her medium to 'ad idem' degree
against the paling breath
of the idle night
in hues where gilded beauty thrives
again and again she's flourished
her heart's desire
ever artistically, evermore
to burn with an affair
so often wedded with affection...
then dies.
Author notes
"oh, how i long solace enough to release all the beauty i know i have to offer. unfortunately it doesn't work that way... i can only offer fragments at a time. now, consider what i had just said and ask yourself: do you think you could handle all my inner allurement were i able to grace it in a single poem? would it be far too overwhelming for you? or for anyone?"-- Robert Andersonpoem inspired by both pic and self quote
Maybe I'm a legend in my own mind
Although I've a lot to learn
More through life and life alone
I believe there's still props to earn
To get where I'm going I'll find my way
Through my heart which holds the meaning
Sometimes I wonder if it's really worth it
I'm a soul that defines dreaming
There are moments I shed in my honesty
And it takes it all in hand
With something inside refusing to die
I'm bound to understand
I'm honing my every emotion within
To release across the page
Learning the art of all I've known
Through poetry's lovely grace
Watch every stroke of color
That grazes tender into a world
Of lovely life, into forever
Such gracefulness before my eyes
I watch what burns within a passion
Where they exist, and I do fade
As I drown myself deep in the lasting
Luminous texture that has its way
Of deeply resulting in all my dreams
And in these words I confess to how
They do seem to make me believe
What feelings they unveil with setting
The image, which never fails to touch
A soul like mine for the painter blooms
Beauty echoed right through a brush
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