+ le philosophe et la reine +

Forlorn love scribbles from a quill.

+ le philosophe et la reine +

When nature is all you have growing up,

you learn to appreciate it's beauty. 

From every crickets call

to every shard composing a dragonfly's wings.

We are one with the breath of nature.

The fragility of every fleeting moment

carving it's remedial notion into every heavy heart.

Every song conducted from the manna of the trees.

But none of it came close to her.

That beauty who bathed in the blood of my sins.

My Aurora Borealis; a sight never unseen.

My Queen of the moshka constellations.

I've spent my whole life

searching for those rainbow waterfalls of Panthalassa oceans.

Those beautiful waters of blue and white.

But, I only found her scent

engrained into every aspect of those miracles. 

A ghost in the wistful oceans of red,

the birdsong breaking of dawn.

Her beauty cast the world into screaming colour -

energising monochromatic wavelengths into a spectrum of grandeur. 

And now she is the black sap

of Mother Earth residing in my blood.

This dead poetry;

drawn from the essence of her Hadean creation.

Come taste the wine of an orchids dew with me,

before the stem wilts into ashen ground.

Write with the Philosopher's hand.

Come race the Archaean sunrise with me.

Delve into Gaian oceans. 

Swim in the constellations of the falling skies. 

Rule the divine nebulae,

the world will know our tale.

Spoken in every wind,

in every daffodils tongue.

For I promise that within the voice of the folklore forests,

we can be Gods for evermore.

Author's Note

What do you guys think of this short love poem? Feedback is greatly appreciated for this amateur writer.

Reviews

[Asante]

Wow, such beautiful imagery in this piece. You could really get swallowed up in the way the words were used with such precision. Amazing job, from me to you. :)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

A interesting Newby to the cafe? About the poem....I felt free when I began reading it and definitely in search. There is allot of knowledge here but also an intense need. By the end of the poem I felt as if I were running and outta breath. You made believe I could fly☺if you want tech. Structure stuff I am not your poet. I only review what I see or feel. Hope you love it here, WELCOME POET!

[Érenn]

Wow this was jam packed with imagery. Giving me a punch of fresh images woth every new line I read. Goes without saying, you have used a lot sophisticated words, yet not make it too complicated for the readers to follow(well at least most of them should have followed the read). The flow of the write is sublime and exquisite. You have tried to invoke all senses through your write, something this amateur writer is trying to achieve himself ^^. I loved it.And for me this feels very relatable in a different manner ^^
Now there is a small error or more like a typo. It would be the moksha constellation and not moshka constellation ^^ Thank you for sharing ^^

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

If I would call it anything I would say celestial. I love this writing and the intervene of cosmos. You've done a very good job. Everything from space to flora, swim in the constellations of the fallen sky! Ha! I thought I only thought that way it sounds a lot like my story "Reflections" please read my story Romance of Sun and Moon, The First Eclipse. Hope you like it

[K. Harding]

I shall have a read when I get the time, thank you for your feedback!

[Taylor Wentz]

This poem hooked me in with the first line. I could not stop reading it. You use imagery in such a vividly descriptive way that catches readers by the first sentence and pulls them in. Also I can really relate to it and it made me feel something. Great Job!

[K. Harding]

Thank you for your feedback. I'm glad you could relate to it :)

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Full of beautiful, vivid, grandiose, imagery. As glorious a journey as love it's self, captured in a song of the soul.

[K. Harding]

Thank you!