Deep inside the sleeping soul,
Like precious pearls in oyster bowl,
Inside the shells of sea mussels,
Far down in the blue ocean well,
Ideas hidden in every creative soul,
Waiting to be explored with sparking bell
From deep universe of visionary spell,
After refining their beauty ideas’ swell,
And unfold joy to humans as well,
Radiating novelty in this exquisite world,
Like fragrance of blooming moth orchid,
Once in a while they come and elude,
To be free from your turbulent will,
Avail and blaze before they wile.
I love your poem, the style. it is beautifully written. you are a wonderful writer. thanks
soul, oyster bowl, ocean well, very beautiful imagery. lovely poem. smooth, effortless flow. spiritual dimension.10 Mamta
Remarkably write, very beautiful and touching poems... 10... Tsira
One to dive into and stay immersed within the chambered valves for a while... me thinkest..
Superb write. You are an imagist worthy of the name. Thank you for your wonderful comments on my work. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good imagery use...the presentation is so good, i must say...10/10