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Yearning human heart
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Does a sleepy time poem, like the one I currently create,
Have to mean anything more special than a bit of elation,
A simple search for a few little words, otherwise unheard
Reverence of the listening moon, itself a protected pearl
And the cold skies in bloom with stars and also red mars?
The old constellations are hidden beyond bedroom walls.
The wilderness of love calls to me sweetly, bomb of bliss,
To abandon our monotonous, structured life, caged night.
Now the only real strife that I keep right here---right here---
Within the crimson chambers of a yearning human heart,
Seems to be to escape a dread society, and all its despair,
To find footsteps that shall leave behind imprints in sand,
The soft message of ethereal pathways of the yellow land.
I just had to visit this
I just had to visit this magnificent poem again. It resonates so deeply, and raises such echoes of other poems that I have read in the decades since I began reading poetry, that I am almost overwhelmed by admiration, nostalgia, and a sense that I will be visiting this poem again and again. Few poems strike me this deeply, but this one did!
Starward
The flowing lines, the
The flowing lines, the exquisite imagery, and the emotion conveyed by the words combine to make this poem a tremendous and excellent reading experience; and, in my opinion, this is the best of your best poems. I am so very impressed with this one.
Starward
really well written poem
really well written poem
exquisite
'the listening moon, itself a protected pearl, and the cold skies in bloom with stars' You have added new layers of meaning to the moon and stars'
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Now the only real strife that I keep right here---right here---
within the crimson chambers of a yearning human heart,'
An exquisite poem
I totally agree with your
I totally agree with your comment. This is a MAGNIFICENT poem.
Starward