My Poetry Soup Recipe

A beggar has got bread from a door The thread of survival A slice of sky smiling on a pink petal And for me In the void, appears a boundless sea And the bard is impatient Till the buzz from his word-paint Versifies the lyrically human moment Poetry is fomented by arousal and associations A graceful process of Deconstruction and reconstruction Of the dancing shadows A concentrated illumination Of your reality With my lamps of desire and imagination Wearing a shirt of rustling dry leaves There stands A story of weeping wounds Shards of tears and trauma In my nostril a human aroma Shaping out fond filigree of emotion Warm and cold Stroke in the folds And when you look intense Craving the chocolate words of my pen Provoking a tomato like glow In my bone marrow Instantly arrives the bird And stirred is the light in the gem A sure poem Like the meandering river In the falling leaves In the painting brush of the sun and cloud Silent as well as loud Sit the metaphors Waiting merrily to be caressed in a poem Or else To what end are they born? Guitar of golden corn And when an irresistible leaf From your trembling window Falls on my thirsty grass Alphabets sparkle and spontaneously combine In valentine Boats from the river sail in Into the passionate hemoglobin Life is always ready With stupendous recipes For our poetry Provided the quick chemistry is there In profound red and sky blue Between me and you A crimson brew ____________________________________ 21/01/2017