~ The Red Moss

~ The Red Moss, E.L. Elisa Laura, Fantasy, Reality?, Rest, Peace, A Writers Place, Visions, Free style

~ The Red Moss

 

 

No limits, no pain,

A land of passion without

The superficiality of needs

The color of love in this

Long vast red fields…

 

I walked to my land home,

I saw ages passing, I saw them fly-

The journey felt for eternity

Tearing me into it nearby

 

Optimism here was different,

Grey was the color of peace,

And red was the one of

Neutralism, and the love

For no trees

 

Plain simple, as all what

Was needed was there,

No wings were rusted,

No birds with fear,

 

The land of

The Red Moss was here,

My new home,

There, finally near

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Feel free...
Thank you xx

Reviews

[wunder]

~"Plain simple, as all what
Was needed was there,
No wings were rusted,
No birds with fear,

The land of
The Red Moss was here,
My new home,
There, finally near"~wow!~
~Lovely poetess-i may just stop by-and
start swiping your poetry~ :-D ~beautiful~ :))

Thank you so much my dear friend. :)) you always shine on my page :)) can't thank you enough xx

[wunder]

~~~welcome~~~ :) ~~~

[Calissa Knox]

I love the simplicity of this piece. This would make a beautiful song.

Thank you again dear, actually it was a written song by me, I wondered who noticed, couldn't miss you did.... :)

[Calissa Knox]

That's wonderful! I would love to hear your song sometime, I know it's beautiful. :)

Thank you so much again.... xx :)

[Calissa Knox]

You're very welcome. :)

[joshua deathdealer]

Tearing me into nearby...hits home. Lovely poem.

Thanks luv, I knew you would feel home in such a surreal place :) makes me smile! thanks a lot!

[Kenaz]

"Love for no trees" ? I love me some trees. E, what do you mean by this?

This write is surreal my friend, really a 200 or 300 percent. So all that we normally adore, I try to block into this one. See it as a living on Barsoom (mars). :) it's the paradox of my brain.

*tried ...................... typo ;)

[Kenaz]

So too the red grass?

The same, my friend, try to feel for a change, all that is out of your comfort zone, all that is the total contrast of your thinking, (and feel free), which color your grass turns into? :) xx

[Kenaz]

probably brown or orange, that would be horrendous haha. Thanks for explaining

That would be perfect, that explains, why you picked out your profile picture, with "blue-orange" those colors, in painting are the two contrast opponents, linea-recta. ;)

[Kenaz]

Perhaps haha, I'm terrible with colour which is why I have difficulty painting.

I think all art, is difficult, when you're not feeling it a 300%... but overthink it too much.

(that was typicly Dutch logica, I meant to say lol, to think it over).

[Kenaz]

For me I can see it perfectly in my mind but I just can't get it out.

hmmm I wonder what that is, I think it's fear to fail, or fall.... or it's just not exactly ready for you to come out (as you prefere).

[Kenaz]

No, I think I just have a disconnection from my brain somewhere. It is the same with my speech, sometimes I just can't say what I mean.

[Kenaz]

To be biological^ haha

and that makes me think what the exact difference is; between a blockade and a disconnection, the mind is the most wonderful tool to discover. :) (p.s. I know this feeling), sometimes I feel nothing at all. Totally void. Then I am blunt to others, and can't react normally. Or it not comes out normal, or like I prefered.

[Kenaz]

I really don't mind, it just makes choosing words more important.

Yes, you're frustrated, people pick out words to "try to make a write" I read that somewhere earlier this eve/night....

[Kenaz]

Now I want to know what I said! haha

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1250325/

[Kenaz]

Ah yes. This is true, people often create things that don't make sense

True to that, and that's art... in poetry, you can create whole new worlds, not all (has to be as you said to someone too this night) so personal ;)

[Kenaz]

You puzzle me sometimes too, make me think I guess

You have to know me very well, to understand me, I think no guy ever has found the key, to solve the mystery. I'm mostly a fantasy / romance / science writer. Some horror along the way too...

[Kenaz]

I do not think I want to. Like I said before mystery is fun haha

Mystery is what keeps people interested, (they say)..... I know you and me, follow our own road... but we have appreciation! haha

[Kenaz]

I know what you mean

Long live the freedom of a writer....... fly high, my free bird....

[Souladareatease]

such wonderful dreamland here:) such calm , a place where one may float and feel in perfect harmony.
Excellent Pen Elisa!!!

Yes, this is the place I write, in my Second world... thank you so much dear friend :) always happy to see you.

[rhythm&blues]

Very beautiful, this made me feel peaceful after reading it.

Thank you dearly my friend. I'll come back soon for you.

[Aethereal]

This poem is artfully done. Every environment is a system in harmony with itself. Your poem and picture inspired me to write this gift poem which you may keep as your own:

New Worlds

Gray above and red below
charcoal houses in between,
makes it possible to know
other places seldom seen.

Hey Aethereal, thank you so much for this lovely poem to a poem, I so appreciate your words, beautiful.

[ayosonolowo]

Nice









realy nice

Thanks a lot :)

[ayosonolowo]

Youu are welcome

[icelandicblue]

Your words are as breathtaking as that picture! I too was struck by your use of color in:

Optimism here was different,

Grey was the color of peace,
And red was the one of
Neutralism, and the love
For no trees

Grey- the color of peace just makes so much sense. The perfect blend of black and white. Red- not a taunt nor the color of blood but the color of the vibrant world of acceptance and harmony. It is so good to read you once again.

Thank you very much, for understanding and feeling my poem, my friend... Hope all is well, and come back for you soon, glad you enjoyed this one.

[Sugar Plum ♥]

i love the peaceful clear view of the place with red moss! It`s so mysterious, also has deep feeling of returning home, reminds me of filed of subconsciousness, where we live in our dreams. It has feeling of love, pain and world out of the time. It`s empty, but in the same time is full with the view and feeling of home. Loved this:
Plain simple, as all what
Was needed was there,
No wings were rusted,
No birds with fear,

{nia}

Thank you dear for your wonderful words, they always make me happy :) you feel me!