One mourn, musk-rose, veiled with deep swift laugh
and the rain, after the crimson trace— drench a span
among wild bees, where dewy wine engraves the core
of fluttering, feeling— enchanted with a rhapsody
sweet converse of minds, I play with dew drops
a thing of loveliest pleasure, Oh how I seek upon the shape of beauty
where darkness of spirit rush and brushes soul sounds,
gloomy days, tearful graces embrace the searching: the touch,
wretched with abyss of sweetness— in distance,
I'm brimful in the cottage, arms spread wide to feel light,
harvest is done already, only a few can seed the outgrown
moist, in eve-deeper I've seen tactful loves and kisses,
now it tenders still, but— couldn't care anymore
music filled with waterfalls, I'm in a quest of course!
Is it a dream? Is it a dream? Then I shall sleep forever in the lute string.
— 9th June, 2023. . .
Now, the interesting thing is that I was doing a free writing exercise, where I was told to write a paragraph about happy/ease moment under ten minutes. But the twist is, there must be three words/phrases from a poem of John Keats. And I was like, let's write a poem then. Don't know if it was a bold move or stupid move —(?)
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