Leanne Lovejoy-Burton Poet Romanticism

Synaesthesia

"SYNAESTHESIA"



The Rose was burning 
long before she was Green
The Synaesthete placed his brush stroke
On his future dreams


Long before she was Green
The Synaesthete dreamed of him
Walking barefoot through the buried Rust 
and rustling burnished Ochre leaves of his foggy schemes
Painting a new story on torn White Canvas sheets


The Synaesthete dreamed of him
Munster castles and Celtic Moss, mystic hidden Caves 
where worms like diamonds glow
Painting a new story on torn white Canvas sheets
Blarney babbled over Rose, 
like a raging Ocean the tempest fire flowed


Munster castles and Celtic Moss, mystic hidden Caves 
where worms like diamonds glow
Irish her dark hair dripping Blood Red Heart Burnt Rose
Blarney babbled over Rose, 
like a raging Ocean the tempest fire flowed
The Synaesthete ran his fingers over Autumn’s legs, 
walked beside her 
on 
The Lost Untaken Forgotten Road


Irish her dark hair dripping Blood Red Heart Burnt Rose
The Synaesthete smiled at her as he peered into her windows
The Synaesthete ran his fingers over Autumn's legs, 
walked beside her 
on 
The Lost Untaken Forgotten Road
With Season’s palette in hand, 
ran his fingers knowingly over Autumn’s nose, 
kissed her silently, 
stood with her at the turning of the cold dark Cross Roads,
Winter is fast approaching, they must find somewhere warm to go


The Synaesthete smiled at her as he peered into her windows
Frosted Emeralds twin glacial sharp edged glistening, 
Winter fires naked truth, Novitiate conspires to overthrow
Winter is fast approaching, they must find somewhere warm to go
A long forgotten lost Munster King and a burning Assassin 
carrying a loaded Cross Bow.




(Lovejoy-Burton/May 2018)







“The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.” 
Anaïs Nin


“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” 
Anaïs Nin


“You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.” 
Anaïs Nin


“People living deeply have no fear of death.” 
Anaïs Nin


"My mind's a minefield. To traverse it and make it out in one piece is a victory I'm trying to avoid. Let me load my paint gun with more colour. Reloading artillery now."
Leanne Lovejoy-Burton






Art -
"The Illusion of Knowledge", Ben Stack
"Daybreak in a Perfect World", Ben Stack
"The Mystery Deepens", Ben Stack
1. http://benstack.com.au/
2. http://www.wentworthgalleries.com.au/ben-stack-art/



Style of Poem - Pantoum gone askew

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Ts Poetry February 7, 2020 at 7:55 PM You are mystique and mystery and magnificence all in one...the one Lady Labyrinth February 8, 2020 at 1:20 AM I'm a story in development, regarding treatment.

Phil Capitano June 2, 2018 at 7:23 AM There is dynamite in your words blowing up convention and the way people see 'reality'. I, too, have seen the other side and I believe in quantum entanglement that ties two souls eternally. Love this poem and the art work. Namaste. Leanne Lovejoy-Burton June 2, 2018 at 8:14 PM Thanks Phil for your gracious compliment. Lots of muses, lots of journeys. This is but one small segment of a pre-destined larger story. All kinds of alternative endings. Onto reading your stories. Thank you.

Freddie Robinson Jr. May 16, 2018 at 2:59 PM WoW! Been missing your poetry more than ever ... that's the way it goes I suppose, LLB. Had to take an elevation sabbatical. Go good to read your fiery thoughts again. I LOVE this poem! Great title too. Love and smiles always. Leanne Lovejoy-Burton May 17, 2018 at 12:52 PM I get you with the elevation sabbatical... Leanne Lovejoy-Burton May 17, 2018 at 12:51 PM Silent and his flaming pantoums. I enjoyed writing this poem, the muse is an artist who's work I find not only extremely unique but full of depth ... and colour. I particularly like the ending of the poem re the Assassin carrying a loaded cross bow...x

Frederic Parker May 4, 2018 at 10:49 PM my dear friend, I have found every poem of yours I've read to be about life...some I believe are frightened by the scope and depth of your mind, others like me admire the freedom of thought expressed in your work and are attracted to it for its purity, you have a focused mind and should be applauded..." the picture is a hawk which is my spirit guide " Leanne Lovejoy-Burton May 4, 2018 at 11:20 PM I just block vitriol now or the passive agressive hint of it's fragrance sprayed without thought or sensitivity, or with ignorant contempt or malice. I had been warned about this when I commenced here. I'm just writing, because I love writing. The stories are for my daughter, my family, my friends and anyone who finds them of interest. I think that is quite befitting, that The Hawk is your spiritual animal. I think mine is the Lion. x

James Swartz May 4, 2018 at 9:11 PM Sharp edged glistening words that made me wish i could see the red and green thoughts you wrote this in. Leanne Lovejoy-Burton May 4, 2018 at 10:13 PM Thank you Herr Black. it depends which way you see Green and Red. :)

Kishan Sharma May 4, 2018 at 8:52 PM Nice work Leanne Lovejoy-Burton May 4, 2018 at 10:13 PM Thank you Kishan.

Frederic Parker May 4, 2018 at 4:47 PM Red Ochre the earliest known art... one leads to another like an artist to brush or notes collected to form a song, Autumn to Winter...the poem expressed the reader touched or not by a Pantoum gone astray...either way the mind was caressed and allowed to explore...one leads to another...my first thought after reading Leanne Lovejoy-Burton May 4, 2018 at 6:52 PM :) ... I received a comment last night from someone on another poem of mine who took great delight in advising me that all I wrote about was death, morbidity and oblivian and perhaps I was waiting for someone who to them (the reader), it was obvious, would never return, which is far from the truth. The character written about has never left me and I have never left them, we are bound together, in this life and the next and nothing will ever destroy that bond, that is for certain. This is a story about two souls who are lost in the woods, if you will, two souls who have known each other for a lifetime, but have only just met in real life. The story is open and it's chapters not completed yet. I have been drawn to many beautiful minds here, but you may be correct with this poem FP - it is a burning and welcome light for me to pursue, it is all part of the story's journey. My poems are actually about LIFE. I love your Eagle x Keep flying high, I am right up there with you.

Charles Messina May 4, 2018 at 10:07 AM I would have to agree with JM, I won't pretend to decipher it all either. But the words and the way you use them are beautiful, even though I don't understand some of them (lol) but talk about people who wax up poems, I just wrote one called "Candlefight" (lol) Great poem, Leanne, Love it!...Charlie Leanne Lovejoy-Burton May 4, 2018 at 10:12 AM what can I say, I intrigue myself sometimes....lol, thanks Charlie. :)