yet the sky blinks in silence
even the flower blushes in beauty
with its fragrance diffused in radiance
reveled by the glance of beholders
when fountain smiles in its spurs as mellowed
yet in a rack of milieu a mirror invisible
as I peek to the sides yet staked in blue
looking into the patches of plumes
abrupt alone, as clouds of dark and grey
sweeping over the rainbow.
the reeks of pain as mute
wakes me up from the regress
the telling its woes as in sorrow
yet into the depth of wee hours
a time for a reason as when mellowed.
a quaint thought of repulsion as mystical
when coursed by a distinction in distraction
the faith of love and belief as the myth
all yet blur like a weft of shadow when bemused
Doctor-the mystical eliment of faith wrinkled by the unforeseen events has been pictorised wonderfully-full 10 marks
This is like a wholesome triple decker sandwich: the outer 'beginning and end' are worth picking at until you fill up in the middle... worthy of digestion... One Peace at a Time... xxx
Twilight faded and street lights came on. Skirting...circle moving through the shadows.the bridge that began the road out...stopping when pain became too severe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An exceptional gathering of poetic verse, penned by a poet who has the ability to bring readers into the poem to rest in it's beauty. I sensed the silence in the blinking sky, watched the flowers blush in beauty. I pictured the darkened sky over the rainbow and was captivated and held within this beautiful treasured poem until the end. Thank you Doctor for a most beautiful experience. --Melvina--