Eccentric Winds

this poem is very metaphorical.

Love’s sizzle has evaporated

The desert passion has disappeared

Leaving the heart blistered and seared

Flowers withered without a drink

Mind cracked, sanity on the brink

 

Life rearranging with a lost love

As winds of distortion blow dust

Veiling perception with metallic rust

An ice conversion petrifies the fire

Destroying its pulsing beat of desire

 

Delusions of the blissful past run deep

As Ardent memories creep into dreams

Causing agonizing teardrop streams

That lead to stagnate pools of scarlet red

With agony a gray moss covered bed

 

Then a thin sliver of light appears

Intoxicating winds begin to blow

Intrigued with flames of fire show

Drawn to silver disfigured moonlight

Fascination of words blind ones sight

 

Heart pulsing inside the once silent chest

Whirlwind of emotions storm the brain

As violet hearts poured down like rain

Cleansing the sorrowful onyx soul

Cementing the black miasmic hole

 

 Allowing the mind to find release

A symphonic wind sounds its unique beat

Creating an artistic flame of heat

Vivid imagery plays in the mind

Eccentric painting has been designed

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

So many strong lines. I had to the poem many times.
"Causing agonizing teardrop streams
That lead to stagnate pools of scarlet red
With agony a gray moss covered bed"
The eccentric painting of the mind can give hop or block new possibilities with sad memories. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

A nice tale of revitalisation, coming back to a new lease of life.

[Lily Mae]

A power house for sure.. I love it..x

[Wondering Mind]

Your first stanza was the hook for me. I love the desert.
Beautiful expression all over.

[Jibey]

This is so packed wioth a range of images it is almost overwhelming in its kaleidoscopic effect... I had to wretsle my way through the tangled garden to see how the music was the salve that eased the emptiness of memories...