Colors: Painted Texts Poem by rosalinda flores rosevoc

Rosevoc2 on March 21,2013.2: 30 PM, my time

for robert. For Vocations

For YOU, Dear One


rosalinda flores rosevoc

How I Wrote the Poem 'Colors: Painted Texts'

Red ocher is the earth's color; it is the ground, a soil that grows harvests. It is associated with blood. The word ocher is sweet to the mouth.
Theology is a subject taken by philosophy students, as this poem is addressed to vocations. That time, I remember one, wearing a cool blue shirt.
I'm showing a stage, 'Down rolls a canary wing draping a stage between now and tomorrow; literally draped with a yellow curtain as compared to a real canary / its wings, how beautiful, a light between time zones of now and tomorrow.
Your kiss is my fantasy; the sweetest ever; a kind perfection to my reality as Plato's Utopia.
The love poem which can never happen, becomes real in words of fiction - I live in this world. A writer lives in her creation. The zeal in the work completes the work, the writer's purpose is a structured passion.
Here I'm thinking of life and journey, of each one of us, of holy workers, of those who sail - it is a ferry (like the Memphis Ferry; On Translating Hieroglyphic Love Songs by John l. Foster; ideogrammatic language is automatically the language of poetry, imagism / Ezra Pound) .
The passion of this love rows dancing suns from heaven, shafts of authentic dusk and dawn; 'Gottadamerung' (twilight of the gods) , that is the power of our love, and that love is only coming from One Father of All, our One God - a blessing for everyone; you are no exception.
And then again, the recurrence of images like rainbows after bliss, like seeing the rainbow every morning with you; its visibility as enchanting, dramatizing moments of being.
The poem is a cross of a narrative, lyric, and personal poetry. I want it to represent a strength of attachment that genuinely injures the looming separation.
'Love gathers dug in generations of transient hues'; this is a metaphor of the painted texts…
Literally, I send on my phone 'I miz u' (contemporary literature, shortened text messages, chat, cp's) :
And such a zeal from the saints that my words come to be.
The poem expresses an intense emotion, graphic of texts and life in the time of Pope Benedict XVI - Joseph Aloisious Ratzinger.
By fire and tongues, serious readers of poetry can depict in this context - passion, the Holy Spirit and charity; the Trinity. The climax came into the poem showing a great good harvest for the world, such as flourishing bright green.
In sturdy night graves, I mean holy Saints, angels and the faithful departed, we have to pray; science as such are the black bulls that must obey the Omnipotent.
Finally, 'I wait in the poem' with Jesus on the cross - I am in all places with you in prayer.
Love suffices in one Sacred Heart.
The chant begs in 'Kirye…'
For me there is no other way, but to love.
Hence the poem ends with the heart's message
'Luv u baby.'



Iwrote this poem on March 21 2013; 2PM my time.

I had mixed emotions that railed to this poem. The words came spontaneously; and I wrote this in only a few hours. Some facts, though, were saved in my memory, so many years ago, like 12 years ago?

I received the inspiration from my guardian Saint, Hannibal Mary Di Francia.

Later, I tried to ask the opinion of a writing professor, Sir Albert Casuga - and this what he told me -

Albert Casuga

To Me

Aug 12
Rose. I see two levels of theme here. One, a love (a passionate one) entreaty wanting your lover to come home. Hold you again in his arms. Caress you, fulfill you. Two: The passion for the Sacred Heart that seems to unite with the presence/absence of your pined for lover. It reminds me a St. Terese of Avila angst for the physical presence of the Crucified Christ in her. @ Write on.