When my pen bleeds
I can soar to high heavens
The four chambers of my heart flutter
The four corners of my mind tingle.
When my pen bleeds
I can swim the deepest sea
And see the beauty and wonders
Of the rock bottom sea.
When my pen bleeds
I can reach the vastness
Of the sky and its galaxies
And the moon and stars shine for me.
When my pen bleeds
I can tour the whole universe
Without passing through borders
A world without color
A world without race.
I will let my pen
Continue to bleed
Bleed...
Bleed...
Bleed...
Unceasingly.
Copyright 2020, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
This is the true delight of a poet.... nay a point at which he/ she feels that he/ she is at the top of the world in a state of self abandon and euphoria.....! Poetry has this wonderful gift of transporting us to a state when we feel one with the rest of the humanity where all man made barriers of caste and creed disintegrate and a wholistic love empowers us and lifts us to high heavens. A wonderful write!
Marvelous poem! Full of passion and poetic truth. Yes, exceptional poets write with all their heart, with all their feelings, with all their blood. Poetry holds a hypnotic and unstoppable attraction, that can't be held back, that must be expressed, naturally never forced like the love we feel like the air we breath.
An exquisite poem, sublime poetry, on the wings and fins of imagination. Marvellous
Such a great and apt title and beautiful poem for any poetess or poet to be held captivated by during and after reading. Written by a great poetess who is destined to remain at the height of her engaging and most heartfelt poetry powers. Five deserving shining stars. Thank you Rose Marie for sharing your poetry gift and remain poetry blessed. Take care.
A poem of truth and so heartfelt. A great world class poetess shares her imagination and lovingly takes the reader on a vivid and most poetic journey. 10++ and wish it was much more. Thank you Rose Marie and stay poetry blessed.
2) Embodying all: heart and mind, earth and sky, the universe, the galaxy, all moving, flashing, WOW! All very impressive and amazing things you can associate with, I'm completely silent, silent in wonder for the great poetess, and that is poetry in reality, the pen bleeds, incessantly... this response with great respect and awe for the passionate poetess, I leave here, I can go on endlessly, is my inspired, passionate great poetess with sooo much zest!
Unceasingly..... the last word of the five flaming stanzas passionate, and the most beautiful, unceasingly…. this word echoes in me day and night, and then I realize very well what the great poetess means, abnormally much, most complete, including, the embodiment of all these:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poet's pen follows imaginations of the poet. A nice poem written by my great friend.