Stop thy mutterings, O Poet and send your verses to exile,
Night and day are bonded together in a chain of calendar,
Shades and colours of twilight dance to imageless rapture.
Endless fretful hours unveil
That sky is somewhere beyond distant thunder,
Horizon is vanished, nowhere to find,
Air is drowned in foggy bind
For a restive spirit to wonder.
The blood in veins flow
Soundless like the cold autumn dew,
And trembling inside the heart grew few,
As there are no images to glow.
Soul seeks shelter in solitude away from the crowd,
Thoughts do not spread wings to fly.
The meadow without horizon beneath the sky
A quiet place for any poetic verses to be abound.
Categories:
imageless, nature, solitude,
Form: I do not know?
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Blind...with the beauty and symmetry of nature
Can't espy the astonishing and sedate scenes of ardour
Just living with the greatest and blindest darkness
Imageless and almost senseless...
Deaf...with the mellifluous and profound music of amity
Can't harken the serene and blithe tune of natural creativity
Just living with my own nothingness
Dumb and almost senseless...
Mute...can't explode feelings and heartstrings through words and expositions
Can't speak and expound my real emotions
Can't shout out loud, just living with silence - soundless
Dumb and almost senseless...
Paralyzed...can't accomplish what was desired to achieve
Can't act, can’t execute, can’t move - there's no relieve
Just living with myself, occupied by loneliness
Cripple and now USELESS
Balked, feeble, depraved, weak - a YOUNG LOSER
Living with the lies through one's teeth? Will never be ...
And will never SURRENDER
Still BREATHING
BELIEVING...
KNEELING...
PRAYING...
~~~Armed to the TEETH with Faith and Devotion~~~
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Categories:
imageless, devotion, faith, , cute,
Form: Ode