yet a letter from the heaven
carrying the message of hope of yarning
intuiting the blue universe on the other side
dream yet not bloomed by the craving
rain has expired from the blue sky,
seemingly sultry dry across flames of desire
hanging in the hinges of scarlet void
moon may no fall to the ground elsewhere
no fear of falling like rain
lest may be spoiled by the dust
the earthly embrace intoning blue
rose loses it`s beauty when touched upon
the strength of obsessive illusion ruffles
dream entices upon by the heavenly bliss
mind still drifts in the vale of seamless insinuation
waking me from the sleep under rugged silence
I must say you put it into very good words. Well written, keep up the amazing work.
The natural events reflect the interior feelings. A sultry morning after a rainy night: the poet feels dry, his interior world is dry, in spit of the recent rain. They are warm days.
The blue rose is a beauty for sure and looks to delicate to touch lest it loses its magic. My favourite place is stanza three last two sentences. Thanks for sharing.
''yet a letter from the heaven carrying the message of hope of yarning intuiting the blue universe ''.... Color conveys meanings natural associations and psychological symbolism. . Blue triggers associations with the sky and a psychological sense of calm. Especially darker blue, is associated with intelligence, stability and conservatism. Red is the color of fire.. Occurrences of colors in nature are universal and timeless. nice symbolic poem.....10++++ from me
unique images and thoughts..a poem which spring from a mind which soar in a poetic universe...a sense of about to fall in sleep felt in this poem while as oft images abide in our mind...strong and contemplating poem...10+++++ rain has expired from the blue sky, seemingly sultry dry across flames of desire hanging in the hinges of scarlet void moon may no fall to the ground elsewhere no fear of falling like rain lest may be spoiled by the dust the earthly embrace intoning blue rose loses it`s beauty when touched upon the strength of obsessive illusion dream enticed upon by the heavenly bliss mind still drift in the vale of seamless insinuation waking me from the sleep under rugged silence
Wow. I do not believe i have read such a peice on poetry that has caught my eyesthis much in a while. I am amazed at the use of literature that crafts the perfect lymeric. Thank you for bringing my sttention to this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't quite comprehend the flow, rhythem, or meaning of this poem. i guess i am still too young and inexperienced in poetry to fully grasp the concept of this poem