Poetry Love Crown – The Visionary

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” For there is nothing heavier than compassion . Not even ones own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone , for someone , a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes .” – Milan Kundera , ” The Unbearable Lightness of Being ”

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Photo by Katerina Plotnikova

The Visionary

She bleeds inside with bloody garments

sits up late this night scribbling letters

then tears them up , piles of white tents

ascending disbarment .

She sees her living wound appear

thin membranes tween madness and pathos near

I am a living wound , it’s on my face

and there remains its trace

and there remains its trace .

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A descentant of Tamelane with jasper stone to purify

She is an opera plot

standing stage left about to die

as Sergeys arrow makes a swerving shot .

Her night becomes its paradise

only she can see before her steering sacrifice

overflows the vortex and the ending chime

of sunshine hours lost in maddening time .

Scenes nestle in her very hair

curling tight in humid air .

She sees her living wound appear

thin membranes tween madness and pathos near

I am a living wound , it’s on my face

and there remains its trace

and there remains its trace .

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O craving heart for lost flowers

the curtain hangs silent for decade hours

music swirls a vexing cry

the fragile canvas cracking , paint is dry .

She floats , feathers on body and brow

it has always been as now .

She sleeps with phantom bones , no lover is kind

the heritage of a vision mind .

She sees her living wound appear

thin membranes tween madness and pathos near

I am a living wound , it’s on my face

and there remains its trace

and there remains its trace .

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Photos by Ellen Rogers

” When the Japenese mend broken objects , they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold . They believe that when something’s suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful .”

 

for my noble daughter , Denise … Xx

18 thoughts on “Poetry Love Crown – The Visionary

  1. Your posts are a visual feast Meg….I had to leave this one for awhile to let the austerity of the beautiful verse settle. I absolutely love the rhyme song poem. And the beginning and ending quotes. The tenderness is sustaining in that vein of gold.

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  2. Great!…it is the first time I see a poem written both with words and photographs as yours … ⭐
    These verses sounded “differently’ to me… I love them
    O craving heart for lost flowers
    the curtain hangs silent for decade hours
    music swirls a vexing cry
    Thanks for sharing and all the best to you, Aquileana 😀

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