Vénus Noire

Like Vénus Noire, nor good or evil will take me.

Nor black or white exists anymore,

Gray is all that’s left.

Nuance is the what remains and lurks in every room,

every blank visage of a nameless human,

every glass of artificial paradise.

There is no past, there is no future,

but still there is no present.

An endless enjambment of hollow verses,

without an end, without a start.

But you of all would not find reason in this blurred place,

not all can estimate meaning of time, one’s vision of space.

Do not waste your time on doing so,

I invite you to stay clear of this disease,

a maladie that rots not only in the abandoned,

the spleen that lies within Her.

 

 

Reviews

[zainul]

Wonderful write.
I think a short description will encourage the readers to enjoy the awesome piece.

[Jemima Abanilli]

Thank you!! I will try to write a description

[zainul]

You are most welcome.
I searched Vénus Noire and got some idea.
Since your poem is read by peoples of many countries around the world
some hints will help them understand your content.
Thanks for the nice gesture.