Goya already painted lots of the sort...
But my visions lack his black
Surroundings and backgrounds
Are these visions or ascensions?
Collisions in delusions
Where these tiny miracles appear to stand
Appealing , appalling
Waiting at the end
Of the never ending tunnel
His black is my grey, my white
Silver, some time
Others…
stained with reddish sparks
And while strolling through
a hundred hands rise
Begging me to share
these tiny miracles that glare
And the angels up there
Snoring in dreams
Ignoring me and my glimpse
Sight of those still afar tiny miracles
That push me
pull me,
Pull me and
push me
…Inciting me
to exist.
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23 comments:
Wow, Dulce, as usual this is pretty amazing you always amaze and never bore with your poems and thoughts, a truly rare and most wonderful gift you share, thank you!
Gabi
love this piece - winding its way in and out the way of words that you have - just beautiful!!!
His black is my grey, my white
Silver, some time
Others…
stained with reddish sparks
i love your use of colors in this dulce...beautiful
Subtleties and open ending questioning abounds in art that I enjoy, Dulce. Your poem speaks to that and does so in a fine poetic manner.
Beautiful write, Dulce ~ very subtle and rolls off the tongue.. : )
nice contrasts starting with the title...the black and grey white and silver made me think of the different way we see things...and i always look for small miracles...
Yes indeed..."Are these visions or ascensions? Collisions in delusions" My favorite line. I often ask myself similar questions upon waking from my dream journeys. This was a very satisfying piece. And yea for those miracles...they are out there if we but open our eyes to see.
how does one respond to such masterful words woven? "Collisions in delusions" was my favorite line too!
I really like this one Dulce--you've made every word work hard and take the reader down your road, with some echoing consonance and nicely tinted visuals. "Inciting to exist." indeed. Good stuff.
You touch on topics that I love to explore ... the grays, the paradoxes, the questions. Love this!
the inticiting me to exist...that is quite lovely- life and love is best when it is inticiting...bkm
you had me at "Are these visions or ascensions?
Collisions in delusions..."
i'll be back for more.
:)
Just lovely! I love the contrasts and the flow of it all .
Very nicely woven. I keep reading this over and over... I enjoyed this one!
You never cease to impress me with your lyrical prose and your ability to stun your reader, a delectable post Sweet One ;)
Everyone's color palette is unique.
beautiful essence, and i feel the truth.
Excellent poem. I loved various the hues in it...
Here is my one shot:
diamonte
im no angel so perhaps its the reason why i find this poem captivating, your verse did lull me to dreamy state but not to the point of "snoring"
Lovely poem ~
"And the angels up there
Snoring in dreams
Ignoring me and my glimpse"
Lazy angels!
(LOL Shay...)
Thanks my dear friends, trying to catch up on you this minute!
:-)
Another very exciting piece of poetry from an exciting lady. You are so incredibly creative. Angels would NEVER dare to ignore you, Dulce!
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