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A painter who fell in love with his painting, conversed with it.
But love is anxious - When she enters a hushed quietude, he hides the painting and mourns the death of his only love.
This prose poetry is an e...
The canvas was mine - An artist's impression. The denouement, thine. Where did thou go? Oh, the saluting heart-ache, like Ruffian's beating. Thy withdrawal hath left me undone, Cashed in angst, the whimpering, mine. Good were those days, when - The cosmic palate was mine, thy, sunshine. Why hath thou set sail? Oh, the Enchantress of my colossal shrine.
The cobweb of ebony strands, The hued strokes, the dark sight. Thy lips, in a sugar'd breath, parted, The delusion of despair and delight. I knew not, the ocean of thy beauty - Nor was I versed with the brook of thy light. The conglomeration of pain and pleasure, Oh, the Enchantress of my chimerical night.
Do thou recall? It's me. The Painter. Thy Painter.
Our strings entwined, moments aphrodisiac - I had tinged thine with euphoric hues, Delirious and maniac. I had carved thy visage, lov'd and kiss'd, Thy reflection had infus'd in mine : Morosse or Ecstatic? Thou had left me apart, when thy lips thawed quivering.. I fear I have resonated Icarus*, from Greece Harvested too much, but sown little. Oh, the Enchantress of my twilight seas.
The canvas is now only a painted parchment. Faded and desolate. No more the abode of my - Enchantress : Like the deluged firmament, Wherein patines of gold have dwindled. My Philoi, now, is, vanquishment. For my, beloved shoots the breeze no more. She doesn't look at me : the eyes a morose pigment. Only to release seldom sighs, her lips part, colourless. Cast me a glance, love. Speak up your heart's compartment, I will hark. I will hark : A word of honour. Oh, the Enchantress of my chaste firmament.
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The legend of Icarus ~ In Greek mythology, Icarus was bestowed with wax wings, from his father, Daedalus. However, Icarus had received an instruction too, from his father : Icarus should fly neither too low nor too high, lest the sea's dampness clog his wings or the sun's heat melt them.Icarus ignored Daedalus’ instructions not to fly too close to the sun He flew closer to the Sun, causing the beeswax in his wings to melt down. Icarus fell from the sky, plunged into the sea, and drowned.
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