Sunday, August 11, 2013
Enigmatic expressions poetically recited,
awakened my soul’s musing breath
from hibernation's apathetic solitude.
A whirl suddenly stirred the slumbering respite
An unrecognizable artistic verve
tenderly tugged at my hearts strings
as if I were a refurbished puppet;
thrust forth into new light from the darkness,
a twinkle in an eyes blink, sparkling
like stardust and fireflies emerging
from inside the puppeteer's shadowy case
Still stiff and awkward from emotional atrophy,
brought into motion for an awakening moonlit dance…
“How long have I been sleeping, pondered
this lonely hearted word whisperer?”
Reading the enchantress’ piquant artistic verse’s
emotional rhapsody, aroused an unresisting allure
There was an atmosphere of refreshing intoxication.
My soul exhaled a heavy release, surrendering an intrinsic sigh…
Breaking out of silence, as if a fever of excitement
fluttered the heart’s palpitations into frenzy
ready to burst forth;
A deeply repressed sense of warmth ignited
this poignant flow of soul…
Long suffering heartbreak had stifled inspiration,
affection, fervor, sagacity…
Emotional indifference consumed the space
where love’s cherished indelible adornment once
feverishly dwelled…
And yet, the seductive poetess’ savored lyrics
sparked an irrepressible flare-up, enkindling revival
in the repressed smoldering embers of my soul,
transforming darkness into the burning flames of life.
Oh! Sweet life is born once again! Aspect renewed
by reading the words of a poetic sorceress…
Infatuation surrendered to the bewitching poetic spell of the poetess.
“Do not fear my gratitude or my soul’s indulgent trepidation,”
he shyly thought to himself…
“Your reverie ferments intoxication in the very depths
of my vulnerable thirsting spirit.”
“To love you… bestowing an animated adoration shyly;
attachment to your felicity merely acknowledges
the thriving effervescent beauty of your spirit,
heart and soul shining brilliantly
into the universe
Love is not a possession but a gift…
Life lived without love is a meager meek existence.
This humble bohemian sayer will whisper ardent gifts...
words reveling loves lament,
silently into other wordless realms…
Fascination is loves tantalizing spell cast
unnoticed by the moonstruck eyes of the soulful poetess…
Only the femme fatale of the moon holds the master key;
her seductive charms ensnare her lovers in bonds of irresistible desire
holding secrets locked securely, deep within Luna’s
mystic heavens…
Their glimmer reflects illusions seen only from a distance,
through the hearts that believe in the power of love
For only she has heard the word whisperer’s dreams;
poetic heart’s mournful pleas
beneath her dappled shadows…
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