Puzzles as Parables of Poetry and of Truth
By Myra Lochner
do you now see me walking away from the sea? covering my face? I am sending you the Sea it is coming from a Winter far away and long forgotten I turned my back on its whispers on its aquatic face of fate "is sorrow the fountain head of sorrow?" no, Love is ... happiness carries sorrow in its heart the sea carries death in its breast the sun carries darkness in its eye the rain carries thirst in its quench if you see me and if you see the sea then you simply see poetic puzzles unfold: beauty is not moved by tears ... blue stays blue and aquamarine stays true when sun caresses the sea white clouds stays clouds and azure sky does not lie nothing is moved by my sorrowful sighs and none of the colours of the sea can grieve with me whilst I am failing its parables of Love myraPuzzles unraveled by poetry makes truth simple ... Written April 21st, 2002 © on Apr 20 2002 08:39 PM PST, Myra Lochner 10 • 0
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