Grace sprinkles over the green
beauty of love engraves earthly god
rock of the heart intones in blue
passion when chilled by snow
desire seems assuaged by hope
rhythm reels through the dream
milling the shadow of clouds
sun ascends slowly in scarlet red
dew on the meadow awaits to glow
warmth does exist bequeathing
thirst expires around arms of bliss
river runs betiding from hill
mingles into blue of the sea
gleams of light enlightens shadow
newness stuns by confluence
plumes obstinate resurrects
sprucing skin of hope
breath burns brilliant by grace of love
Showing love to your poem. Great poem! It great of how you describe the graces of love with the beautifulness of Earth, the snow to the blue sea. You show how beatuiful side of Earth as a mean to show the graces of love, A great combination of both! I'm sorry if I don't make any sense in my comment.
love is beautifully personified in this poem with the elements of nature...
This poem is excellent. There are a few 'bugs' in it. The word 'bequeathing' doesn't sound right to me. It is associated more with death and you're talking of 'warmth' in a beneficial way. 'Betiding' is an unusual word. Good/Bad? Remove 'the' from 'the river runs.' That way the line is consistent with the others. Then instead of 'to mingle, ' mingles alone reads better, as most of the poem is devoid of articles and prepositions. And so remove 'the' from 'the skin of hope.' Other than that you have a very lively poem and a great vocabulary. Kaye Cee
A lovely work which i associated with a spiritual awakening on first reading, therefore the word 'bequeathing' jarred on me also
wonderful visual metaphors of color like: ''rock of the heart intones in blue passion when chilled by snow '' in a descriptive poem.....I can see here only colors and feelings and i understand the nature like a blind woman...10+++
a brilliant verse! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! given 10
lovely well written piece...thanks for sharing it with us...
A poem which examplifies enigmatic incoherence of shades of nature yet underlines the beauty of the whole canvas!
really confusing (not a bad thing) but gets better every time you read it, and some imagery in here is extremly euphonic and touching
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There's an encouraging feeling of wealth and warmth. On the other hand, if there's love. As a further encouragement I should remember John Keats.