The Reflection Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

Whether an author or painter
Words or pictures
without a comment
remain meaningless and colourless

All thoughts and colourful pictures
A word or a rhyme
or even a thought
brings you the idea
or points you in their places

A motif so nice to linger
gives you pleasure and work
while sharing
you are inspired
and you have reflected

But what spoke to you
inaudible but loud
it was not a voice
and yet it spoke aloud

The beginning of a rhyme
that matured in you
a word or picture
knelt down in front of me

The motive jumped to me
a word sweetly whispered
the contrast of colours
I was deeply impressed
It found a reflection in myself
it fed my longing
but the hunger did not disappear

It spread the passion
moved to me in my house
I offered her food and lodging
to hold her as a guest
but she moved on
so I dropped to her knees
in front of her chest

But I only had a reflection
a desire for suffering
no conversation with opposition
a growing nothing
that knows the yearning
a desire that burns in my works hearing

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