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*The joy of my thoughts…..
thoughts for purposes in red…
broken paradises of a naïve maiden…
there, whirling around the naked mind,.
Thoughts in red for the poppies shudderings.
Thoughts blue in dreams for the purple haze…
Thoughts in my brain soft… star without name.
Thoughts slipping out of my tired tongue.
I cherish my thoughts and silence them….
behind the glasses of some..indifference.
Where will they go…if they are not in…any more?
Name me again…Mother of my Innocence,
after that pungent spring in wounded leaves.
Name me again..Father of my Bodyness….
after the frozen winter when you first came.
Name me all one of you….visitors in my realm.
I am not any…I am not those sparkles of vision,
I am not the sleepless nights, waiting behind,
the sheets impregnated of tremblings…
while the window of the last star in jealousy,
has cut the cloudy look….those red thoughts,
so hidden behind the black…patterns of madness,
turned into winter ashes…..
after the fire….has licked…my Mind.
- This image has been created with the blending of my own photographs, all of them worked out with Photoshop tools.
Featured in IMAGE WRITING GROUP. January 16th, 2012