La Rougeur D'Amour

La Rougeur D'Amour

A Poem by Kristallo

Like a spark of light, gentle words infuse 
What once was lost to the crystal calls of time.
Long ago, whimsical flames would weave gold-trimmed fancies
Between each fine raven lash of your orchid, changeling eyes

Like a burning blush of diamond Nuvo, there is no place my heart can Go
I cannot hide between the mystic lines of song and rhyme
Or flee to the space between mercurial kisses
And charred, winsome scenes. 

I kissed your name to every shaking leaf
Of reflective, silvery willow trees.
I sang your name to spirits swimming in the breeze,
Loftily melodic in their roving loyalties. 

I carved your name upon each grain of sand,
So velvet waves would memorize the tide of your hand.
I dreamed your name until my soul was lost,
so that i'd never forget every nuance at any cost.

The caress of your impressionism hand, brushing
Tones of water-color love splashed across
the pristine screen of cinematic dreams. 
Cherished stolen moments are the whispers of life in me. 

la rougeur d'amour
The pearls of promises falling from buttery clouds
Mist ribbons of light streak 'cross this starry night
Won't breathe at ease until these starving seconds pass. 

© 2012 Kristallo


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I feel like a reflection drifting within a lake of imagery while reading this one. Every time a ripple rises my stance is changed. "An impressionism hand"..now that stanza crawls into my lungs along with the image of carving a name into each grain of sand for the waves to memorize the tide of a hand..wow. This is what poetry SHOULD be...death or love rising on a page. SO glad you picked up the pen again.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I feel like a reflection drifting within a lake of imagery while reading this one. Every time a ripple rises my stance is changed. "An impressionism hand"..now that stanza crawls into my lungs along with the image of carving a name into each grain of sand for the waves to memorize the tide of a hand..wow. This is what poetry SHOULD be...death or love rising on a page. SO glad you picked up the pen again.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your words are filled with a magical sense of love's fires... shards and shades of color given life by passion's light... So beautifully spoken... moving with emotion... Yes, love is filled with the deepest red hues...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sometimes when the chaos is so overwhelming around you it becomes impossible to focus... but you seemed to stay on track toward the goal you were headed for, As always I love your word choice so vivid and surreal! It funny because I can really see your sound and vibe really develop and become solid. Keep it up! :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so beautiful it is almost painful. In my opinion, it is maybe your best write yet. It has such a lovely flow and structure without feeling restrained. The third and fourth stanzas are so incredibly beautiful and provoking, and I am in awe of your ability to evoke such powerful imagery and emotion in an effortless and bewitching way. Once again, I am small in the shadow of your artistry.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Kristallo
Kristallo

Denton, TX



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