Submitted by short-prose-fiction
give me the stars
that shine under the bridges
where poor children spend their nights
the blood that leaks from wounds of war
when the last piece of bread is turned in tar
give me the language of your alabaster gestures
the guilty passion of Tristan for Queen Isolde
the mystery of painted nudes on walls
the cries of nuns under an angel’s lacerated wing
your untranslated love coiled in a tarnished ring
About the Poet
“I am a published author, and an academic. However, here I am just a humble blogger, a voice among billions of others. Every post that I write is for you. I do not seek accolades. All I seek is to touch your hearts.”
Photo Credit: René Magritte – The Lovers
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Very strong and deep poem, with many layers.For example, I paid attention to the random rhyme pairs
war / tar
wing / ring
Good example of amplification the suggestion / mark for good poetry!
A wonderful write by an amazing poet.
Thank you for your kind words!
Good one
I am delighted that you liked it! Thank you!
Interesting! Lost in translation!!
Congratulations, Vita Brevis is a wonderfully supportive Magazine for poets, and your poem here is a deeply powerful piece.
Thank you kindly!
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I loved the way you worked in Tristan and Isolde
Thank you!
I absolutely loved this one.
A great poem to make one think!