Mihaela Pirjol


Wanderings (Surrealist Poem) - Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

I.
Fecund gardens growing mysteriously fast
In the youthful spring revived beneath the
Rapid cascades liquid diamonds of the mind;
With the child's wings swinging in the wind
And the creepers' winding, winding roots…
Earth un-earths enigmatic roles of seeds:
Perfumes with petrichor the pastures passed
In time, with floral-nectars teases the little noses,
And vernal elixirs embalm with hope and song
Those contortions of the mind in thought,
Those acrobatic movements of emotions,
Those cardio-spasms of love in fractures
Amidst the sandstorms of memories…
The arid quicksand in metamorphosis,
Quickly becomes a fluent flood of dreams…


II.
Traces of smiles and grimaces upon wrinkled faces,
Hesitant gestures of gentleness, in refraining
From touching hands, while tacitly imploring
For tactile closeness and affection: vulnerable,
Perplexed, enamoured: but so afraid of rejection…!
The music of life pulsates in the silence of blood in veins:
Mellows the monotony, resuscitates the apathy,
Even the artificial lights and the constellations of asterisks
Are impatient to penetrate the nocturnal pool of aerial ink,
In hope for a continuity of light—of light, of love and life…
Yet the fragile hearts throb for an amour finite: fire-flickers
Ephemeral in time: excessive vortex of emotions sublime…


III.
Virginal lips slowly sipping Margarita cocktails,
With saline-sweet deliciousness dulcifying
Love: dreaming…yearning…yearning for sensual
Moist kisses when they touch the glass…
(The perished pearl of an un-deflowered oyster…)
‘He loves me…he loves me not…he loves me…'
So innocent's the daisy of heart dazzled with love!
Melodies are still alluring with euphoric rhythms
Yet to be danced upon, on romantic nights;
The spume of the sea yet to purify, to humidify
The imaginings of lovers entwined at sunset-time,
The cigarette of desire yet to be entirely smoked:
The fire unconsumed, the inspiration yet unwritten,
And so many other dreams yet undreamt
Waiting—to be felt…

Topic(s) of this poem: surrealism


Comments about Wanderings (Surrealist Poem) by Mihaela Pirjol

  • Valsa George (11/7/2019 12:41:00 AM)

    But still there remains a number of unsated yearnings and longings that lie in the mind as pleasant dreams. I can only say that this poem is too deep for my analysis and the diction..... superb! Top marks (Report)Reply

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  • Valsa George (11/7/2019 12:40:00 AM)

    Melodies are still alluring with euphoric rhythms
    Yet to be danced upon, on romantic nights;
    The spume of the sea yet to purify, to humidify
    The imaginings of lovers entwined at sunset-time...............

    I am not competent enough to analyze a surrealist poem. Man quickly grows out of the beautiful carefree days of childhood into the vulnerable fragility of old age.
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  • (11/6/2019 9:10:00 PM)

    Imaginative and well written. (Report)Reply

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  • Dr Dillip K Swain (11/6/2019 5:23:00 PM)

    A matured verse! All the three parts are equally beautiful and distinctly expressed with wonderful choice of diction....brilliantlly composed! Top marks (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 6, 2019



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