The flaming brilliance
Seeps through my eyes,
Into my soul
And paints it red-
Leaving me entranced.
This sublime splendour
Holding me spellbound
This masterpiece with perfection wound;
Immortality spilled
Onto this mortal world.
Were I to squeeze out
All of my heart's blood,
Blend it with gold,
Drench with a creative flood-
Could I this grandeur
Ever recreate?
Can man this glory
Ever emulate?
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Wow 1st of all i loved many of your poems. Specially the death of innocence... wht a terrific thought flow!!!!
keep writing gal.
Regards
DuDo
and the ultimate answer will be no! :-) twin i loved this work.. simple and yet it leaves something for me to think :-)
wow! awesome :))
really loved it x))
The true beauties in nature are never reproduced.. Deeply said.
comrade,
u don't hav to squeeze out all ur heart's blood. try wetting the blank page with a tiny drop of ur 'ink stained soul' n u'll c how it turns all red! nothing except man's creativity can challenge nature's splendour.
good attempt.all the best.
@dudo: thanx for stopping by...and a bigger thanx for the appreciation...thanx a lot :) do keep visiting...
@shravan, chocolate lover and et: glad u liked it and found it meaningful. thnk u :)
@lipin : comrade, ur comments always set me thinking...thnx so much! and well, i rly don't think even man's creativity can match nature's splendour. all art is indeed but an imitation of nature. the imitation may be excellent but i doubt if it can ever outshine the original...