Când spirale se-adună, cuvinte rotind,
capitole noi din vechi se desprind,
rosturi ce-așteaptă ca-nchise-ntr-o carte
cern anotimpuri croite din șoapte
Căldura îmbracă o haină străină,
culoarea așteaptă sărut de lumină,
iar steaua tăind prin umbra târzie
poartă atingere de poezie
When spirals converge, words in a swirl
new chapters emerge, from old they unfurl,
deep meanings await like closed in a tome
sifting the seasons like sculpted in foam
Warmth is now wearing a foreign attire,
color is barely lighting the fire,
a star is winding through shadowy curves,
its meanders touching on poem and verse
Nicole
Beautiful morning glory!
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Thank you, Amy! I love morning glory flowers, purple, blue or pink,,, they look so refreshing and elegant!
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They do! Lovely images!
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The quote sounds quite wise, I read that poetry is probably one of the oldest arts, as it treats words in a magical sense before than aesthetical. Intense blues and purples, and a lovely poem, which has a taste of a cosmos as small as the solar system. Thank you, Nicole.
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Thank you too, Francis. Your comments are always on point, and they add quite much to what I post. Indeed, words in poems and verse feel more than just words, maybe somehow closer to a spell. And the „taste of cosmos” thought of yours reminded me of a music video I once posted, that I like very much. Here is that old post, if you perhaps wish to revisit.
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A sideral song, one I relate with European techno parties a bit, although not familiar with the genre and maybe it is similar to my ears. Thank you for the post of the past, I saw me there.
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Beautiful words, matching your beautiful photos ~ wishing you a wonderful autumn ahead Nicol.
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