night yet fluffs up gleaming blue
silence bewilders by the darkness
green when never blue by the light
tear may fall onto the dream of room
eyes meander mingling into the void
passion still ask the heart to glue the moon
moment still brims calling the blue
shadow fobs the cusp of stashing musk
autumn yet comes back again to tune
your askance be the reason of true love
rage of ruin smacks the rune of anger
sorrow when slowly outbids the smile intoned
rain still promises the rainbow
to rave up blue by the art of green
word as wordless twitching the lips
winds yet grimace by the shadow of dream
Resplendent imagework, Doctor...Your verse-scaping, can be likened to the majesty of the floral-scape at the famed Botanical Gardens, in New York ! ~ FjR ~
a shadow of dark night, a fusion of colors blue not green, a blend of life's various shades... liked this one... amazing visuals... good 10 Rema
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel a sense of longing here, but then, I am so sentimental, or perhaps too sensitive to the feelings that hide in between the words we write as poets...I love the passion you express throughout....