Mar 15, 2011

A sunset [ double Quintain (English and Sicilian) ]

While the red butterfly melts its wings
Within the light red poppy chain, 
The pink gray cloud of the sunset rings
On the gray pink sky the light rays, 
Seemingly thrown in a bloody pain.

The leaving sun abandons the sky
For a few hours and like crickets crawl, 
The whispers of oak leaves mean good bye, 
While the coming night is a dark haul, 
Looking at the moon with a black eye.

The sun and the moon finds synergy, 
Light becomes gray regolith of moon
With helium fusing energy, 
Night makes moon looks like a big balloon
Or like swaddled in a big cocoon.

Much more, like thoughts enveloped in words
Or like souls carrying their divine love, 
With feathers of light like Holy birds, 
In the rain with drops of divine globes, 
Falling down for giving love awards.

Like rain with drops of human spheres, 
Pouring up to Him when they can hook
Or falling right down to disappear, 
Reverse arch getting a killer look, 
Trying to provide fragrance of fear.

Their waves are liquid and drain in sight
Of Earth to meet at infinity.
They are like dark rays in the pure light, 
Light rays are arches for Trinity, 
While dressed in wind seems to be the night.

Stars are candles and night lights them all, 
The colors withdraw in the lost light.
In the black darkness they look so small.
The seeds of dream germinate for fight, 
Becoming real for breaking their wall.

1 comment :

maitreyee joshi said...

lovely similes in this poem :),marieta amazing!

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