My Emerald Dreams Poem by Marieta Maglas
My Emerald Dreams
At dawn, the rain falls down
while whispering about your oval silence,
that silence breaking my emerald dreams.
My dreams are like those
Clearview shields with rising bubbles
and flutes of the Renaissance.
Our breathing stones keep our kisses
coming down onto the petals,
those petals of the sweet, wet flowers of lemon
being more yellow than the sun.
Our subconscious thoughts are
like flying doves in search for
their freedom in the unlimited horizon...
With a watering left eye, you are thinking of me.
At the lowly altar, you allow the door to be left open.
I feel that the growing sun is quite cool
while going into a quiet period.
I understand your passion for flame
trying to milk it - drink from it-deeply,
trying to feel its flow
between lips and hair...
The light is moving from the middle of the top
self- fashioning its movement to the bottom as well...
We feel the blazing of an inner sun
draining its light inside each other.
We become two moons shining in this sun....
Hands passing of time
With your smile...
With dedication...
Is It Poetry? Yes, it is......
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passion poetic...or the other way round? good piece...imaginative enjoyable...10
Subtle and sensuous, soft and sinewy: soul searching. I love it. James
it is well expressed -the magic and fire and beauty of love flowing in every line...
Poetic depiction of love has so befittingly adorned the entire theme.Beauty of love will emerge through the adroitness of your poetic hand only.
your eyes water thinking of me leaving the door open. that is my key to look inside to the heart of the poet who is writing with beauty. very well penned and carries me with you on that journey.
Great, excellent poetry. The metaphors take me to many planes of reading.
Mari, I really love the first line- why do you ask, you know its sheer poetry... passionate, sensuous, lovely images, romance, stirring Mamta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 8:38:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Draining this light inside each other Like the moon shining inside of the sun......................silence as intones by rambling of kisses on verdure of green, grin reels upon wishes of beauty engraving as warmth ocean serenades by renaissance of hope, shielding by the flutes of casurina onshore bequeathing haunted sorrows, blooms of golden dew vacillates by grin of heaven, lest quest reemding by reason of truth .by glimpse relative, as semblance of endearment entices in mirth being enlightened, lurid luminance engrosses upon quest of illumination, never yet unconsummated by the breath of breeze by emerald of dream of deep aspassion rippigh throug flames , myth of light as when reflexes upon confluence of divine flows dawn by dew crouches upon ramifying the gleams of unison, ingenious flow of words by eloquence,10++++, thames for sharing