Valerie1e,
when I was bored to death studying ,
I started reading your book ,
' Deep Sea ' ,
and I read each poetry of yours .
And I wanted to comment on them all ,
but then I thought ,
I wanted to do something way more ,
for I more than loved your words ,
for they touched my heart ;
so , this poetry is my way of praising your poetries ;
Consider this a token of admiration and a
thank you , for you've touched my soul and I thank you for that ;
I want to appreciate your work by dedicating this to you -
I can hear each word rhyme ,
inside my head ,
and if I tell you it's exactly how it has been inside my head till now ,
would you buy it ?
Geez , that came out a
bit poesy and too cheesy ,
I must say ;
for that -
apology .
But ,
I guess ,
what I wanted to say ,
was -
I can hear the beat and tune
of your words ,
I can hear it ring
in the diaphragms of my soul ,
your poetries -
the words you stitched together ,
to weave this enchanting
red
and blue ,
and every shaded string -
they strum , they sing ,
they shout , they scream ,
they rise like a high note ,
they fall like a faint whisper ,
they speak the truth ,
and the hidden vulnerability beneath ,
that hardly was ever acknowledged ,
by the barren minds ,
whose souls had been scarred ;
your words , they dance ;
they swirl and twirl ,
they stumble and get up ,
and then , they dance again ,
even more gracefully than before ;
your words , they fight ;
they fight for the right ,
for the right of the weak ,
the weakened souls
that lost their ways ,
long long long ago .
Dear Valerie ,
your poetries shine ,
they shine so bright ,
but not like the light that blinds ;
they flicker like the twinkling stars ,
in the dark black night ;
your poetries fly ,
they soar up high ,
but they land with pride ;
like Mozart pounding delicately
on a grand pianoforte in solitude ,
like a dancer dancing contemporary
alone in the mirrored room ,
like a man playing on a flute
under the night sky ,
like the girl irrevocably in love
humming in a dazed voice ,
like the boy with love seeping
through his gaze from his eyes
that hold so much pain ,
pain from losing his soulmate ;
your poetries ,
they exist ,
just like this ,
just this way .
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
into her phenakistoscope
Poesia«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
