Shodo

A brushstroke
Upon human hearts
Belated love

Waves

Emerald waves
Breaking in echos
Old romantics

Romance

Peony roses
Tempted buds' youthness
By fallen petals

Emptiness

Last romantic
Threw a rose bouquet
Dehumanized

Romantics

Always in love
Images of you
Streets without end

Romance

Half-moon in daylight
Crossed by an astray airplane
Autumnal idyll

Glamour

Two glasses of wine
On a candle lit table
Hands hold together

Romance is Dead

How much I loved a thought of love
Candid in whisper came from above!
I longed its touch in middle night,
To spread its wings of light.

I waited for a sign in vain,
For a smile that never came,
I longed for her in every sense,
Just candored love, and no pretense.

The years gone one by one,
Alone in thoughts under the sun,
Have left a shadow of contempt,
Of lost words never remeant.

My heart has felt the weight of time,
My soul is laying on a shrine,
Images of love gone one by one,
Feelings for long forgotten, gone.

The romance is dead… or maybe not,
I see its shadows in each thought,
And where is dark there’s some light -
The hope has strength and might.

About a Poem

I used to dream about a poem
The poem that I'll never write,
It is about my soul, bohem,
About the lonely daily life...

How shall I start? How shall I end?
How shall I let the words pretend?
I walk around, around the age
So much love and so much rage.

Can you describe a life of man
In two verses, maybe ten?
The rhythm gentle, the rhyme may bounce
In a kindly sweet romantic nuance.

Would be so nice... Is just a dream!
My life is real I touch and feel,
And even if it makes me scream
I can not sell it for a bill.