I’ve decided I’ll grow daffodils
I’m wary of orchards in mind
I shall nurture them with manna of blood
And tears
I’m hell bent on dyeing this world magnolia
I shall paint this world in me
Sparkles of stars I see in this poem. Bit sad yet not hopeless. Thank you for share, loved it!
You ''Colorfully Confused''...NEVER! ...Imagery Intelligent..Most Definitely! F j R
vincent just possessed u...sir very well written lines...or maybe the warped time...have salvador dalli in tow... who knows... 10/10 cheers
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I would like to translate this poem
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Colorfully confused? ? ? what speech-acts? ? ? you'll grow? you'll paint? in both the cases in terms of imagery of vegetation and painting, this confusion is aesthetic, creative and artistic...but where does the confusion remain when the thought-strain ends with a Resolution....!