Poetry Talk
New post from RG983
Anew, yet in doom!
Anew, yet in doom!
Pious patina of life’s passion,
In shades of worries & wonders;
Finds fullness, in nature’s casket,
Kissing the crest, heaven anigh.
Am that gale of monsoon, O greeting golden grains,
In the camouflage of dazzle, from camellia to camomile;
Smearing fragrance exotic, or colours decked bright,
Painting thoughts in this clouds, as if an artist were I.
In the bosom of mine bower, blushes cherries as red wine,
& robins, in disguise, art announcing endless love;
From thickets, even hosting lil’ cicadas at choir,
Inking tales, am immersed, in divine idle pleasure.
Vagabond in the vales, I indulge in brewing beauty
Luring mine soul with the bird of paradise;
In iris, I imbibe idyllic passion,
Imitating the tale of immortal insight.
Beyond flaws, beyond doubts, beyond spheres of existence-
Inebriated mine soul, by shades of wondrous horizon;
Which fountain the fashion of unfathomable creation,
Letting dive into the blossoms, anew yet in doom.
R.G.
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