New Vistas Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
New Vistas
My heart—a stranger to our love;
It does not recognise us anymore:
Our love—its devastation.
From sources unknown,
It has built itself a new dwelling:
The finest renovation!
I am new to myself.
I walk its corridors with an uncertain pace:
Marvelling at its labyrinths;
Day by day, discovering new vistas
Opening to the vast Unknown;
Welcoming a lost soul.
There are still old paintings of you
Hanging on its lustrous walls;
Seemingly fading behind me as I pass,
With a movement of a new verve,
And a peculiar curiosity; wondering about what else
Is to be revealed.
Sometimes I pause, and I linger a little longer
Before a painting, where apparently,
The master artist's hand of love,
Artistically has immortalised your visage:
I take my time…I delight in its beauty
With half a smile, but—no consternation.
I have yet to discover, the fascinating miracle
Of this new heart of mine.
Shield Elastic Hope herein lies shield elastic hope stretching we shed past skins grow into new bodies realities Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'New Vistas' by the poet Mihaela Pirjol. Dedicated to the poet Mihaela Pirjol.
Beauty Eternal Immortalized Liquid Paint with each lead step forsaken beauty eternal is liquid paint swift plied upon easel canvas in a moment fleeting captured immortalized in the master artist's hand beauty is painfully denied to flesh mind our shattered fleet lives Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'New Vistas' by the poet Mihaela Pirjol. Dedicated to the poet Mihaela Pirjol.
Green Blue Hazel Eyes Splice Words Into Siren Songs the danger of reading poetry by the beautiful siren poetess Mihaela Pirjol is being lost in the locks of her long blond hair green blue hazel eyes splice words into siren songs echoing into heart heard depths in soul beaching us upon imagination landscapes enticing us to write poems bound into the rhythms of answering echoes as we paint portraits in future born smiles Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'New Vistas' by the poet Mihaela Pirjol. Dedicated to the poet Mihaela Pirjol.
Cast Net Soul Beaching Us the danger of reading poetry by a beautiful siren poetess is being lost in weave locks her hook lines long blond hair sea lure green blue hazel eyes splice words into siren songs echoing into heart heard depths cast net soul beaching us upon imagination landscapes enticing us to write liquid poems bound into rhythms answering echoes Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'New Vistas' by the poet Mihaela Pirjol. Dedicated to the poet Mihaela Pirjol.
Lost In Weave Locks long blond hair her hook lines sea lure green blue hazel eyes splice words into siren songs echoing into heart heard depths cast net soul beaching us upon imagination landscapes enticing us into answering echoes Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'New Vistas' by the poet Mihaela Pirjol. Dedicated to the poet Mihaela Pirjol.
Outcast Grow Into New Bodies Reality our past love becomes a stranger memory stranger is a stark wall danger estranged coupled becomes loner loved turned devastation labyrinth old personality is bound tied inextricably into another couple life lost in sudden alone isolation colours bright bleed draining with each lead step forsaken beauty eternal is liquid paint swift plied upon easel canvas in a moment fleeting captured immortalized in the master artist's hand beauty is painfully denied to flesh mind our shattered fleet lives herein lies hope we shed past skins grow into new bodies reality Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'New Vistas' by the poet Mihaela Pirjol. Dedicated to the poet Mihaela Pirjol.
Past Love Stranger our past love becomes a stranger memory stranger is a stark wall danger estranged coupled becomes loner Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'New Vistas' by the poet Mihaela Pirjol. Dedicated to the poet Mihaela Pirjol.
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'My heart — a stranger to our love; It does not recognise us anymore. Our love — its devastation.' awed by this turn of phrase, loved turned devastation; so many good lines 'I am new to myself. I walk its corridors with an uncertain pace; Marvelling at its labyrinths.' the old personality tied inextricably into another couple life lost in sudden alone isolation 'There are still old paintings of you Hanging on its lustrous walls; Seemingly fading behind me as I pass, ' colours draining with each step 'Sometimes I pause, and I linger a little longer Before a painting, where apparently, The master artist's hand of love, Artistically has immortalised your visage.' beauty eternal in a moment fleeting captured immortalised in the master artist's hand is painfully denied to flesh mind our fleet lives 'With half a smile, but — no consternation. I have yet to discover, the fascinating miracle Of this new heart of mine.' herein lies hope, we shed past skins, grow into new bodies of reality
I wrote the poems 'Herein Lies Hope We Shed Past Skins Grow Into New Bodies', 'Heart Is Estranged' and 'Heart Dissolved In Liquid Metamorphosis', inspired by my comment on the poem 'New Vistas', by the poet Mihaela Pirjol and dedicated to the poet Mihaela Pirjol.
I wrote the poems 'Post Breakup Fresh Life Labyrinth Possibilities' and 'Beauty Eternal Fleeting Captured Immortalised', inspired by my comment on the poem 'New Vistas', by the poet Mihaela Pirjol and dedicated to the poet Mihaela Pirjol.