Turquoise… It’s a calming color rooted in my mind
One that is lost in the greenish blue hue falsifying these nightmares of mine
But, I do not care for the fallacies of my reality as the lies keep me grounded within
So, I do not chase a broken spirit sins that dissipates in the wind
Life can be very transparent at times, yet astoundingly, profoundly unclear
…Ironic I guess…Still, I wonder if…
You can tell me why these flowers reach for the sun before they wither and die?
As it all just seems so mediocre, dull, and vain
No matter how colorful their petals may blossom
It only comes off as another shade of grey
Looming with a somewhat artless eeriness that surely doesn’t fade
…The pessimistic cloud storming with a downpour that no one cares for
Drifting beneath sunbeams and shine
Truly pathetic, not knowing that it could throw lighting from the sky
The trumpets would sound and its thunderous voice would cry …what a shame
As a bit of courage does wonders when we tend to fly
Furthermore, the raging hues of a garden inspire the galactic stars to intensify
Crack open the heavens and rain down the reign of the four horsemen with a sonic boom
Lift the veil that covers a biblical revelation as you crawl towards your own doom
For the Apocalypse, Armageddon, as well as Ragnarok
Are just petals adding symmetry to the same flower that blooms
Optimism is relevant, although you wait for the inevitable and I ask why?
Life has a tranquil beauty to it; you just have to open your royal eyes
~ Paradise’s Poet ~
I really like your text poético.Es rare that, when translated, does not lose its original beauty. Congratulations.
Greetings.
María.
Thank you for reading!
That is so true, sometimes we need to look more closely in order to appreciate the beauty around us. Beautifully written.
Thank you!
Turquoise is my favourite colour, but you take it and twist it and make a whole journey into discomfort, irony and then finally calm again.
I like how this starts with such a calm, subtle line and builds with power throughout.
It would be a brilliant poem to hear as spoken word.
A tantalising twist on one of my favourite colours.
Thank you for reading!
The beauty that is surrounding us, humans are struggling to accept the life that mother-nature has even us.
This is good writing my friend. 🙂
The first two lines are my favorites.
A slam poem dug into the loam of late Autumn’s mirror and the nearer I am to myself the more distance I put into the words … so that when I reach for the Sun as a flower would come Spring … I know to scream about the beauty of things …because everything caught in a storm is wet and wanting to be warm again like petals are when they fall …
outstanding sequencing of season and mood
So much peace here. I can imagine printing it out and lying on the grass in my favourite garden and reading it there. Thank you.
I really like the transition from the apocalyptic stanza to the ending–the peace ensuing the end times. Very effective.
tell me why these flowers reach for the sun before they wither and die… beautifully written.
I love how you poem starts with a colour and blooms into something else.
So much truth in the line “Life can be very transparent at times, yet astoundingly, profoundly unclear.” I love your references to Revelation, which I am just finishing up an intensive study of.
Many people spend their whole lives with eyes closed wasting their only time on this wondrous planet. It’s very sad.