Nectar of the Moonshine
A rose falls into the ocean as its French spice to moon’s energy by late storm,
When that shore cooks up heat under roaring twilight to candle my natural form.
*This is an abstract poem, but there’s more imagination than intellect here. Lots of small phrases come together in a package of language with my initiatives into being a more smooth bard. I write couplets with varying meter to illustrate my point about relationships in general: combinations must see light in order to portray the romance of someone who feels that saying many things at once is quite often not as much as saying the same thing over and over again. Of course, you may have to do research to know what a late storm is, but at least we can say that there is a storm of a burning rose that’s minimal to the extent of surprise yet alluring in its heated presentation. I think a “word” can be worth a “thousand pictures”, also. Basically, the moon is making out a warrior-like call as the beautiful storm gets more French and quite late. This poem is among the thousands of caves of wonders in my rampant mind, so keeping something pretty can be a tough job of anyone’s imagination. If you struggle at understanding the poem, I suggest that you keep the poem on your computer for ten minutes while you play lovely heavy metal like the song “Down With The Sickness”. This may sound strange, but the heavy bangs of heavy metal music, in combination with literature, can make you see the light better since the invigorating music genre can stimulate your higher senses: you’ll feel like you won’t want to read on, but then your hunger will become saturated with positive energy. This is my experience, so enjoy!
**The painting is by Pierre-Joseph Redouté. Thank you Wikipedia!
P.S. The art picture in the link below is by a special person from Deviant Art, so I suggest a look at his or her mysterious abstractions in visual form here.
http://wjstpwls4.deviantart.com/art/starbutterfly-643123581
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