Every spilt tear of your eyes
climbing a stave in gale,
a dart of tenderness propitiates
in clearest musical sound.
Every saying retained in your look;
a big virginal silence gesticulates,
added to your so quiet innocence,
turns into earthly paradise.
Every drop fell from your body,
a leakage of corporal tepidity,
changing direction for skin turns trace,
connecting with spiritual target.
Every no, you do not say with lips,
denounce on having looked;
every yes, as hidden murmur's silence;
declare in face as of bashful blush.
Quite in you, a melody of colors,
conquering with a sea of immensity,
in ires, veneers as flowers;
radiating a neat tone unequalled.
Author notes
~spiritualangel~
Colors
A contest entry
- do you know your colour(s)? by Nicolette.
2200 points, ended March 23, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I almost missed this poem and only saw now that I haven't commented on your poem yet - my mistake
. This poem has a lovely melodic quality about it and it made me think of water, oceans, tears... a gentle murmur and the light reflecting off those surfaces.
I liked your interpretation of the colour theme... a more spiritual look at the inner-colours of the person you write about and the way those colours radiate and sing. Some lovely images and great use of vocabulary here too.
Thank you so much for this lovely and rich entry.
~ Nicolette
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