~ ’T Was Like the Renaissance

~ ’T Was Like the Renaissance, E.L. Elisa Laura, Surreal, Renaissance, Dreamworlds, Far away, There...

~ ’T Was Like the Renaissance

 

 

Exactly there, when I closed my eyes,

And watched into your glorious world of eloquent need

"Free and rid from pain"

 

Captivated still, she was dancing on that hill,

But she felt the chain of heaviness

Around his neck, getting rusty and smelly…

 

Now, all absorbed by green dreamed hue,

Left alone his trail of hurt, a moment came;

There flew by a little ladybug, upon his chain;

Telling her story through echoed splendor,

 

She lost her mind, in time, but tender…

Gasping for air, but seasons unfair,

"And she only could whisper";

But ‘t was enough for him to understand

As she died in his left hand…

 

“ He is the gateway to further future ”

He could hear her voice echoes say;

His howling along the never ending day, -

Lost for now on, though, profound he was,

Feeling her climbing through his glass …

 

“Drinking her…

            absorbing her…

                        Tasting her…

 

 

And to die a little,

With her…“

 

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Thank you for being around x
But I guess, only a few can understand ;)

Reviews

[Kenaz]

This is a dream of a piece. It reminds me of one of those 70's experimental films at first with the dancing on the hill (hard to explain). The only thing I would say is that the poem has an overall serious tone but the word "smelly" really brings me out of the ether here. You don't have to replace it on my word but I would recommend a synonym such as "foul". This way you have still a similar meaning but it brings that stanza back down to where it needs to be.

I see the vision you mean, I know what you mean... that typical kind of retro feeling. Thanks for the thought, I would think about it.... :) I'm happy with your recommendations on my work T. It means a lot you're helping me out, on any matter.

[Kenaz]

No problem E.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

gosh, how powerful is his engaement with the little bug, you told this story so amazingly well, a great poem from you dear Elisa

Thank you so very much darling x so pleased you enjoyed this...

[Ken Simm.]

Metaphyscal and lovely Elisa. In truth like a Renaissance portrait from the other side of the mirror. Captivating and beautiful.

Dear Ken, thank you so very much, after these words, I can surely say, you have a gift. *I'm smiling*

[Distant horizons]

He is the gateway to further future....What a beautiful image that line paints. This to me has a feel of fears, desires, hopes and thoughts flying by too fast to glimpse the full and true meaning, a bit like the confusion everyday life can bring to even the strongest willed mind. I love how all the seemingly unconnected thoughts and views in this piece make the bigger picture more complete, while still leaving answers to be found lisa. As ever, grateful for the view into your wonderful head :-)

Thank you my Green Mountain. (The He, would probably give you these questions yes...) It's not the same He for everyone...) I adore reading your take on it my dear friend, always a ray of freedom found in your words... a beautiful review, thank you. :)

[Distant horizons]

Apart from missing out the E in your name :-)
Me bad

No worries dear, some even called me Lisa-E lol... for fun, all has a reflection ;)

[Distant horizons]

I promise I just missed the E key :-)

Haha, you're brilliant ;-)

[Distant horizons]

:-)
Yes, brilliantly bad at typing :-)

Nope, dissagree... brilliantly good at finding keys ;)

[Distant horizons]

:-)
You have an excellent memory tulip :-)

[Pax]

it speak freely of love and pain... sorrows and chains... chains that binds our reality... sorrows that blinded our hearts.... love frees the pain.... oh how romantic at the same time sad this poem is... and your words dances always in a beautiful rhymic echoes of your heart.... expressive piece dearest Eli... as always your words are...

My dearest friend, thank you so much for your wisdom upon my page... :) your words are always a treasure to read. :)

[Pax]

as your words too dearest friend...and your most welcome!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this poem is like a psychadelic dream....

i could feel black lights and posters like i had in my dorm room...getting high watching the ladybug fly into his hand...

and just slightly hearing her whisper.

:) my parents were hippie's, and I luv them for it... here, I see your astonishing gift, to feel all tiny messages, within the oh so small world we live in, :) freedom in all, love in heart, thank you my friend... you felt me. :) can't wait till flu is gone, and I can focus on your poetic masterpieces! - Eli :) Thank you so much.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your poetry moves me.

Dear friend, that is a huge compliment coming from you..... I feel moved, and humbled by your words. Till soon :)

[Kristallo]

Oh, El, I like this so much. It's lovely and poignant, and so surreal. You have a beautiful way with words.

I was expecting you dearest, thank you tons... you're one of a few who always feel me ;) so grateful you came by!!! x

[Kristallo]

I'm sorry I couldn't have given you a more deserving review. I have company here and can't absorb myself as I would like to, but any way, it's always a pleasure. ;)

No worries, dear friend, I know you normally do, and felt it already through your whispers, and short meaningful and beautiful review. Till soon :)