I
Beneath the eclipsed veil, she tears through time,
a serpent that sings with a flower’s mouth.
Her stamens shine like unspoken names,
and each petal is a cycle that unravels.
II
Spin, flower, in a spiral of ice,
your body is a seal, your tongue is a rite.
serpent, lower of the abyss,
open yourself in song, devour the threshold.
III
The sand freezes, the wind bends,
the eclipse is an eye that never blinks.
Whoever sees your form sees oblivion,
whoever hears your song is no longer who they were.
IV
Metamorphosis is not change
it is a return to what never was.
You are the before of the name,
the after of the gesture,
the middle of silence.
V
Sing, creature, with your double mouth,
serpent and flower, poison and perfume.
May the eclipse consecrate you,
and let the desert remind you.
Brilliantly penned, PAR. This is beautifully penned my friend. Amazing storytelling as always, great read. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Awesome. Not everything can be labelled poetry, as we all write our version of it. This definitely is poetry. It is full of great imagery for the reader to feast on. You write such strong, sturdy material. An educated writer through reading and being inspired, I percieve. You got it going on Paulo.
Thank you for the gaze that reads me whole, for naming poetry where I only sowed a pulse. If my images fed you, it’s because your eyes were hungry. We write each other, always for your words now strengthen mine. Big hug!
amen my brother
Your writings PAR always shine ever so bright! Perfect
Honored! PAR glows brighter when witnessed.