A Classical kind of love

by Poet on the Piano   Apr 19, 2013


Maybe you have been a calligrapher in all
constellations, and maybe I have missed how Ireland
seems to have tangled words that slur and remind me
of how I used to shiver on those arctic nights...
my skin was frail and acidic, tasting bitterly of herbs
that were never nostalgic.

May I say I wait for you to be newly
etched in me?

For I dream of being a Napa Sun, a daydreaming liquid
that reads like braille when you hold me because we call
upon the sun in twisted languages only we know.

We can no longer be sullen.

So will you scrawl the Atlantic ocean across my eyelids?
Make it precious, the scent of soft lavender, once crestfallen
yet rising in reincarnation.
Let us go through cycles as if we are more than stars-
reveries, moonlight, spices throwing away old stoic tones
of marble for something iridescent.

We can never be too drastic.

So live in more countries than I possibly know,
be a Donatello who is learning to sculpt optimism into
the true art of love..

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Written April 8, 2013 @ 6:30 pm for a contest in M&M

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  • 11 years ago

    by Jademark07

    I know i am never good on commenting on poems and honestly this is my first time to do this MA but i find your poem soooo nice ! the visual and thermal imageries were excellently done . you even put gustatory imagery to put "flavor" and "spice" in your poem . overall , excellent ! :D

  • 11 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    Maybe you have been a calligrapher in all
    constellations,
    ^Oh how I love this! Calligrapher really makes me think 'classical' since calligraphy was something of the past.

    Ireland seems to have tangled words that slur
    ^Makes me think you are talking about their distinct accent. I love accents, and sometimes it's exactly what you fall for in someone because of how sexy their voice is haha. So if that's what this line means, then I love it! Perfect descriptiton.

    For I dream of being a Napa Sun,
    ^I can't believe I never had heard of a Napa Sun until now, clearly I don't drink :P I think it's one of those though that sounds very poetic and fits in great!

    I also had no idea who Donatello was, sounds familiar though. Looked him up and it could not fit anymore perfect with that last line. It's perfection! I would however eliminate the 'a' before Donatello. It's up to you though I feel like it would flow better without :D Also this is a lovely reference in your poem because it is someone of the past, makes you think classical.

    Great poem!

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