The Art of Conversation and Titian

Hail to the thieves
that retrieve
lost trees. 

Hey! Where do you disappear?

Hail to the piercing taste of a pear. 

Hey! Why do you gaze at me so?

I don't need reality unless it's mine. 

Talk to me. 
Talk to me. 
Take your time and sigh. 
See the world redesigned. 
Then let it go.

Sell sunbeams in a crisis. 
Talk to the stones that turn. 

Touch the rhythm and burn with it.
Celebrate both victory and defeat. 
See what's featured in the cosmic menu. 
Among all the amenities I obtain you. 

The art of grabbing without touching. 
The art of dreaming without falling asleep.
The art of loathing without telling. 
The art that picks the hip from the heaps
of all their winnings. 

The art of elusive light.
The art of being close tonight
and disappearing tomorrow.
The art of 'have-a-nice-day' 
with a finger on a trigger. 
The art of getting miniscule
and then growing bigger.
The art that unites all nations - 
the everlasting
misconception
of communication. 

05/06/2016

(c) Maryna Tchianova 2016
Ukraine

Inspired by http://www.wikiart.org/en/rene-magritte/the-art-of-conversation-1950?utm_source=returned&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=referral

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Sacred and profane love by Titian (1514)


Love divine 


How it burns when it falls from the sky - 
how it hurts when the water is done. 
How it rains with the words half-denied, 
When the world looks for fabulous suns. 

How it aches when the feeling's away
from the roads that are fast and are clean. 
How it roars when the lights are insane,
how they fatefully touch our skin. 

How I pray for this love not to fade, 
How I look for your eyes in the woods, 
How we crave for emotional shade, 
In each other we find our roots. 


Profane love

When the touch dumbs us down - 
when the shadows arise, 
When in passion whe drown, 
when there's evil disguised. 

When your kiss, black as night, 
slowly turns on my key, 
when your arms, full of might, 
burn my fragility, 

When we're fruitful and hot, 
when we're lost in our dreams, 
When we're tied with love's knots, 
So profane we might seem. 


06.05.2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Kimathi Avatar
July 15, 2016 at 3:48 PM
Congrats Maryna, for having your poem featured in the Poetry Soup homepage!!! ;-)
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July 11, 2016 at 2:38 PM
Excellently done Maryna, really inspiring to read such gems!, look forward to read more of your pen. Have great day!
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May 6, 2016 at 6:10 PM
forgot to rate your lovely work,, came back:)
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May 6, 2016 at 9:00 AM
Maryna, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT
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