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The language of love?

Of colors,
Each having an individual voice—
We are also
Bass and soprano—
While the heart
Proclaims a hidden flux
Of emotion

For the heart, with its
Races of features,
Finds in such oscillation
At all the centers
We are like love—

The fruition
Formed by breath with tongues
Offering lips
For new shades
Of inviting faces—the difference
Is our depth
And immortality;

Subtly—a bird’s shadow
Slips silently over snow,

Not a footprint left
In the frozen prisms
Splashing back light
Till a beam finds its way in
And captured we realize—
If just for a parched moment—
We are all fools
Of our own Sun’s baking;
Driven mad by
The glitter;
Wishing upon
But often forgetting
To gather and retain
With our stars
Some portions
Of their
Beloved night

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  • 8upchef
    8upchefover 4 years ago

    OOOH, I love the flow of this one. Went back for seconds!!!

  • Seconds portions by a chef is indeed an honor. Thank you, my friend, for such kind words. Have a great day!

    – devotee1

  • Del Millar
    Del Millarover 4 years ago

    Lovely piece Joe, so very wise oxo

  • Thank you, Del; have a great day my dear friend. xox

    – devotee1

  • Rikki Woods
    Rikki Woodsover 4 years ago


  • Hi Rikki; so glad you do. Have a great evening!

    – devotee1

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosover 4 years ago

    I am left with that “Beloved Night”…
    for me the essential,
    the breathing of the loved one,
    and even loved…
    when the mind crosses the frontier,
    or the right consciousness…
    Your words are balsamic and accurate, for sure,they are offering the story of one speck of Life that for that is eternal, followiing the wonderful consecuences of the paradoxes.
    Just…. the sun baked or not…in our imagining or in reality, does not own any night…but is a resident of tne great womb, Mother of Mothers…and specially of all the loved or hatred gods that our spirit has created. But I love to feel…as a metaphor the Kingdom of this Sovereign
    I have him in my cells, all thristy and eager. Great writing Joe..I love very very much your style. It talks inside of my heart-brain.)

  • Thank you so much, Rosa; it is very kind of you to say such nice things. When used correctly, as we do here at Redbubble, the internet can be such a blessing for communication of ideas and beliefs that otherwise would be far more difficult due to distance.

    – devotee1

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