Treasure Island

ONElia AVElar

(Bulgaria)

Above The Love


above
the croissant of new moon
dipped in the milky foam of clouds
below
the hungry fishes of my thoughts
jump out of the imaginarium
to catch
the falling lunar crumbs
to feed the newborn
love


Special thanks to R.V.©, who translated the poem in French (quite well!)

Au dessus,
le croissant de la nouvelle lune
se mélange à la mousse laiteuse des nuages.
Au dessous,
les poissons affamés de mes pensées
sautent hors de l imaginarium
afin d attraper les miettes de lune tombantes,
pour nourrir le nouveau-né...
AMOUR.

ONElia AVElar ©

Submitted: Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Edited: Friday, October 28, 2011

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  • Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello (1/26/2013 4:02:00 PM)

    Nourishment is from the Sky or, better, directly from Heaven. One should listen to 'Panis Angelicum' (Angelic Bread) by Frank. Angelic milk: Onelia's joing blessin' poets. Hi to Onelia and everybody (Report) Reply

  • Liz Thaugally (11/3/2011 5:14:00 AM)

    This is absolutely gorgeous- the mark of a great poem is one that can be translated and yet still hold its melodious meaning. Love this Onelia.x (Report) Reply

  • Hans Vr (11/1/2011 9:38:00 AM)

    ONElia,
    Long time I had not come ot your page.
    Very interesting poem, superb images for a very sensual topic.
    The position of the words make the interpretation at second reading very interesting :)
    I think you master metaphors so well. Fantastic. (Report) Reply

  • Onelia Avelar (10/31/2011 5:08:00 AM)

    Wow, what of an interesting comment thank you! ! A poem like a scorpioo :)) its true! (Report) Reply

  • R.k Das (10/31/2011 3:26:00 AM)

    this poem also stings
    like a scorpian
    the last line of the poem,
    as usual is the icing on cake

    looks a very symbolical with powerful imagery.... (Report) Reply

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