House of Heart

Lips wet with mist,  the breeze of a kiss,

water grass sweeping through diaphanous dreams.

The strains of  a sonata stream,

rivers of veins filled with bloods wildness

a song  blue playing with fire.

Tongues of lovers burn with allegory

celestial walls of silence.

Hear the firewood snap and hiss

the burning heat of need.

Has her awakening come to late?

chinese girl

Art by Liu

 

Unbeknownst to me this poem was picked up in October  and published at Bon Bon Lifestyle Webazine. Thank you  Bon Bon Lifestyle, and thank you Jonathan for letting me know.

woman waiting — House of Heart

 

 

 

 

 

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          2. Your writing is sterling and captivating always. Re rhyme, it does weigh us down with it’s strict rhythms, I would rather go spiraling out of control with blank or free verse. The romantics tended to use strict meter and rhyme schemes in their poetry and that worked out well.

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          3. Very true about the romantics, though Blake was the first poet to advocate and use free verse, even though he was a master at rhyme. I suppose it is best if you can do all the tricks and then afterwards you can go disco.

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