Inspired by the Painting "A Girl With A Pearl Earring" by Dutch Golden Age Painter "Johannes Vermeer"
What are you telling me, My timeless Beauty?
You turn and stop..,
You look at me with your plaintive eyes,
Your luscious lips are apart, but you remain voiceless…
The pearl in your ear shines ~
Light on your face shimmers mysteriously,
Your eyes are serene ~ reflecting, refracting
The depth of your emotions…
Those dove-like eyes are the artist's inspiration!
The topaz blueness of your headscarf
With which you have covered your sensuality,
Surround your face with a serenity of
The ocean, gleaming emerald green
Of your attire evokes the unspoilt
Magic of your youth…..
You are not what you appear
To many souls in this mundane world…
They don’t see the painter’s Muse.
You are the nymph, who visited me
For a rare moment of tranquility.
The Pearl shines, an iridescent
Gem shimmering, unfolding your heart~
You remain eternal in my imperishable creation...
You linger in hearts..... my masterpiece!
my words in life
will carry on into death.
I will still create poetry,
but behind closed eyes
I will still describe
the ocean and it's blueness,
the sky and it's fullness.
My descriptions will be crisp,
clean and more vivid then before.
I will see things better,
smell things that i've forgotten.
Touch, yes i will feel the touch
of a blade of grass as i
whistle through it with my lips.
And hear, I will hear again
things i miss.
The roving waves near the beach,
my favorite paradise.
As the Snow falls by the lake
A white sheen it has to forsake
But the blueness of the water so still
That trickles and yet still turns the mill wheel
The shining figure that was once a tree
By the water’s edge growing wild and free
However, its branches now all covered in white
And makes for a ghostly sight at night
The surrounding ground a carpet no less
As the Snow lies, quite thick I guess
To walk by the lake, a wilderness dream
Which looks and feels so quiet and serene
Its Christmas time and all that entails
Now’s the time that Frogs and Snails
Disappear to their winter retreat
Out of sight and mind, that’s kinda neat
Once the Lake freezes over it’s on with the skates
And off we go me and all my mates
Though it’s cold who cares, were free
The Snows no barrier to them and me
A scene as picturesque as this
Caught early morning as the Sun has kissed
The rippling water and the lands surrounding glean
Quite a sight, nature’s special sheen
I left my heart in Melbourne
A rift in time and space
Before becoming airborne
To go back to my place
I left my heart in Melbourne
In blueness of her eyes
In every club and tavern
In which we spent our times,
In parks, in zoos, in forests
In places where we roamed,
But more important further
I left it in her home:
I left my heart in Melbourne
Inside her warm embrace
As though inside a cabin
Containing all of space
Where sweetness flowed like river
And gentleness like snow
Fell on us, and we shivered,
As her gifts Life bestowed:
I left my heart in Melbourne
And I returned, half-me
And half-impassioned maven
Of the Eternity:
Which we had found together
And by it were transformed -
Two spirits, of one feather,
In sunshine and in storm
Desiring to make heaven
And in its light to burn:
I left my heart in Melbourne;
To Melbourne I'll return.
Looking to the sky
I see an image
Coated with huge clouds
Slowly the clouds part
Showing the blueness
In between the clouds
The clouds look like snow
Melting and showing
Some water and snow
The snow melts away
Showing a larger pool
Of the blue water
a parked bicycle on a lonely Kansas road
I searched the field of wheat but saw no one
was it recently parked? It was still standing
a renegade sunflower lifted her face to the sun
this scenario was intriguing to me
it begged for its own poem
I took out my pen, sat down and began to write
the words came as effortlessly as the blueness of the sky
A sweet sound like a robin’s song
drifted through the air,
The blissful melody was soothing
to my ear,
My wandering feet followed and
took me into the middle of Trafalgar Square,
Where music was playing, and
people were dancing everywhere.
While walking around, someone
bumped into me,
Halfway through the fall, I felt a hand
catch me,
Glancing up, I saw two beautiful
pools reflecting the blueness of
the sky,
Before I could say thank you, the
stranger had walked away.
As I sat, sipping my coffee and
resting my weary feet,
I heard someone say, Hello and
turned around to see,
I was surprised to see the owner
of those eyes standing right behind
me,
He had a friendly smile and a handful
of balloons,
He offered me one in the shape
of a half-moon.
Thank you to all those strangers
who go out of their way,
To make a difference in brightening someone’s day,
I was lucky to have met one such
stranger from among those rare
few,
Before entering the tube station,
I smiled as I released the balloon and
off it flew.
by Zyrool
01/26
the sun radiates
off the blueness of the ocean
spreading her bright smile
The electric blueness of skies, where
whitewashed clouds with golden
edges heel like ships before a storm
as they sail across the infinite cerulean sea,
sends forth a bright burst of energy.
Washed shirts and sheets on the line
crack and snap like gun shots or whips
with a freshening breeze from the North,
all nature suddenly more alive.
Crimson and yellow leaves shimmy
and shake, then fall, dancing in the air
until they end up in leaf-jumping piles
where children with apple-red cheeks
bury themselves and pop out, calling
“Boo” with shouts and laughter.
October, the feast of the seasons,
sounds crispy as a ginger cookie,
smells of jam bubbling on the stove
tastes of apple pie and cinnamon, and
looks like pumpkins with lighted faces.
God rests His feet on the face of the sky.
The face of the sky which stares at the face of the Earth.
There is flatness in the blueness of its face,
as its sapphire eyes gaze into the blue-green
or tawny oculense of the Earth.
The Earth and skies stare into each other’s eyes.
Noticing all the movements in the other’s side.
Movements of peoples and modern things, creatures
and those who inhabit the sky.
And as the sky and the Earth give momentary birth
to grandeur we see and wonders we have yet to see.
If this is an amazing place
that was created by an Amazing Grace,
imagining all that is cool.
(If the streets are paved with gold there
As on Earth a bitumen pool)
Imagine what Heaven is like
if the sky and the Earth are His footstool.
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
let your blueness flow in tides
for hot bread and blankets red cosy
loosen grids to free muddled minds rosy
so all may smell
nasturtiums tangling moist moss bells
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
slip here in solitary hours mild
to turn dial in cold of night
tuning to forgotten memories
of secret airy flights
where you taught mysteries
which I now remember as histories
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
are you chanting or baking chide
or decorating star garden walls
awaiting awakening calls
the dark silences of your eyes
embracing arums
we arise
I y e a r n for H O M E
~~~~~~~~~
I love the smell of dew on the grass, when a new day has just begun. I love to watch the flowers as they turn their heads towards the Sun.
I love to hear the gentle whispers of the welcoming breeze.
I love to watch as it rustles through, the leaves upon the trees.
I love to watch the Angelic rays from the sun as they pierce through the branches of a tree. Creating a kaleidoscope of pretty shapes on the undergrowth for all to see.
I love to watch the clouds as they gracefully float on by, like fluffy balls of candyfloss complementing the blueness of the sky.
I love to hear the intenseness of the thunder, as it rumbles way up high. And the flashing from the lightening's rage, as it fork's across the sky.
I love to listen to the heavy rain as it bounces of the ground.
A harmonious, symphony of notes, with its own unique sound.
I love it when a rainbow grace our sky after the poring rain .
A masterpiece of pretty colours, cupping the earth in its domain.
There is beauty all around for those with eyes to see. Nature is magical, it is captivating, it is abundant and it is free.
Life is a starburst gift.
Conceived in the gilded soil of angel hearts.
Living in the salty eyes of swells and troughs.
Living breathes to bend you into and out of its will.
From valley to mountain to the misty hills.
Life speeds up into a crimson tangle.
It slows down into thick blueness.
Life is about feeling like a king then a clown.
Juggling brief victory and endless loss.
It bends you into things you could never dream about.
The bending is acceptable; we paint it the human experience.
Sometimes we glass seeds in the devil's beak where nothing ever grows.
The soil will eventually join the sea
bringing everything back home...
like it was always meant to be.
From the blueness of the sky,
there's truth hidden beneath the skin.
Conscience knows the scene:
if not life, then death holds the truth,
so I choose to stay with the truth.
You raise love only to take life.
You sing love songs to the sun,
reciting lyrics of hate to the stars,
sharing my time with hate and death,
closing my tunnel to shine,
changing the channel when I cry,
giving motivations of failure when I try,
shutting down my dreams as you shout,
Placing stones beneath my bed,
promoting dreams of unpeaceful rest.
You have changed.
You give names of turbulent flow:
Gravity, you're pulling me down.
You used to sing songs of grace to the mercies.
Taking one step at a time was our pace;
living like kings and queens was the price.
Giving reasons,
you've become seasons—
you're falling leaves in the rainy season.
You open the eyes of the blind not to see,
You stir angry waves in the ocean:
fighting for the sea,
lullabies you used to sing—
Not with skepticism ;you were amazing.
But now,
you have changed.
The Tenth month
What is there to say about
about a perfect day, the first of October
when the sun is infused with silver
A few cumuli look like a bride's belt
a sky that has pale blueness
bathed in the mystical haziness of dreams
The limitless seeking understanding
why oak leaves fall and grass takes
on the color auburn and lemon hue
In supple silence, I hear animals getting
ready for a white landscape, the long
rest before a new spring explodes
Do not sleep this day be aware, feel
the dust free air and nuanced harmony
of a moment that will not reappear
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