Paint for me the colors
The miniscule of wild summer
You’re an artist, am your lover
Paint it dear beneath the bower.
I have brought in many hues
For your aesthetic eyes
But I leave the other shades
To let your heart decide -
Our crimson days are fire
Burning the skies with tangerine
Seep in close my pristine mind
Turning the whites, the grey in pink -
We pass the warm magenta,
And the illuminating green
Till we agree to take respite
To collect the golden reaping!
Show me now what you have painted
In the miniscule of our happy summer
You’re my artist, and we’re lovers.
Though this bower maybe gone!
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Sol Fuller Morco – who has written 26 post/s on emanilapoetry.
About: My friends call me Sol. I like my place being in a valley surrounded by trails of mountains that make my town enclosed by ranges of bluish and verdant sight. Some years back, I taught Mathematics & Algebra in a Private Catholic School in my place. When I was in college, though my lenient professor scribbled the x's and y's of arduous Algebra and tolerable Calculus, I recalled, there was a strange air flirting with me at the far left seat I occupied. That day I found, I only didn't love Algebra but literary as well. I was reluctant that time to try to write because I hated Grammar but strangely I found myself scribbling something with little touch of poetry. Still I bore grammar annoying but I adore poetry so much it brought the passion in me it romanticized me deeply so I had to live with this little blister in language. Old verses inspired me to try my own craft. One of the things that make me busy is writing poetry and journals. I miss being home! Finding this site is like finding a threshold of home! "Algebra warms my mind & stomach but writing verses really warms my heart! " It's like a sweet kiss with its soft lips upon my skin bearing a scent that lingers.
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Painting verses
For Ralph Ramos, thanks for your comment. My pieces are no better than others, I'm also slowly learning how to write my verses anyway, you can write far better than me. Listen to your heart and thoughts and your verses will flow spontaneously….
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