Lobelia Red-Breast Emptied Cardinal Songbird Cage A Crystal Palace Poem by Lovita Morang

Lobelia red- breast.

Lobelia in string of pearls, proven winner Lucia dark blue, alive blooms on fire of soul, red- breast,
Or Sakura bloom in Japan in season's moon crest;
I burnt down my soul in earth's cascading heart-work widowed, riviera sky blue, let me see you once in my lifetime angel face bright and small;
Love for this earth, in fragrance of all embracing soulful call.

I grew like the grasses, in meadow of silences,
beneath glowing shines of caresses;

Scattered withered clamourous acts of faith burns like fire
In precious sleep of the nightangle, glance of moon-fire stir up the significant other desire.

Burn down, O wearied morning delights, don't walk away, like straw drown,
Lobelia emerging, trailing in terrain in rain's own

Love for comely lobelia, opening up eye lids, sudden to my door seen,
red breasted cardinal bird's song in regalia;
Like human soul on fire, crave for a word, rave for grip, unshakable, hemisphere,
Born out of fire, strokes treasures, I become better maiden, a begger maiden begging shades of gladness,
Abounding joy be this bond of desire, rhythmic consolation pourest wakefulness of your presence, bonfire
A desire, life-throb,
A desire, light robed,
A desire, endless stroke,
Quenched by groping knocks,
Melodious love-tryst, rushes of humane soul on veins of fire.
Lobelia red-breast, a feast to play on petals tunes the tempest cry, heedless cascades down, cardinal songbird burst, cage of gladness play harp by the gate of crystal palace.

-Lovita J R Morang




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