#AThousandSilentWords #VersesInMotion part 3

Bridge

Suspended,
on this bridge
crossing over life
Spatial excess
the extension of us
fluid and flexible
against the rigid chords of time.
Listening to thoughts
breathing ideas,
virtual reality our dreams
floating on waves of disbelief
landing on proposed realities…

Excerpt from “Floating”

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Laura≈LME ©

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sky-meets-sea

“…Falling on silky thoughts and vibrant touches,
Feeling like shivering sparkles of far away stars,
Carried by waves of deep frictions
on thin golden sand
of cosmic shores
with scent of winter seas
and infinite flickers of summer nights.”

Excerpt – Unpublished – Untitled

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Laura≈LME ©

 

#AThousandSilentWords

 

The sound of silence

Blanket of nullity,
no time,
it invades the space
swallows the voice
suffocates words
crushes the heart.

Soul’s cords vibrate
with no sound.
Only the blowing wind
in the chorus of wing-beats
through bare branches
on a carpet of leaves
of a winter garden

Still
Rigid of ice and frost
enchanted, taciturn
Icy colored flowers.
Sound waves
infiltrated
in a tissue of cries
heart-rending,

Sharp
locked
and through the cold walls
of uncertain times
the sound of silence
screams again.

Il suono del silenzio

La coltre del nulla,
senza tempo
invade lo spazio
ingoia la voce
soffoca le parole
stritola il cuore

Vibrano le corde dell’anima
nessun suono
solo i soffi del vento
in cori di battiti d’ali
tra rami spogli,
su tappeti di foglie
di un giardino d’inverno

Fermo
rigido di gelo e brina
incantato e taciturno
Fiori color ghiaccio,
onde sonore,
infiltrate in un tessuto di urla,
rimangono prigioniere
e tra le mura fredde
di una sera incerta,
il suono del silenzio grida ancora.

Dreams

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Dreams

Drifting into sleep

finding soul cords and vibrations,

looking inside the maze of my heart

where beats connect to breathing

following the path of never

Resting my mind from this anxious time

suspended

through the highs of skies and the lows of dusty lands

Jumping on clouds

pouring rain drops and heavy thoughts

on muddy puddles of memories

Fragile dreams,

Pure visions,

shattered on shining trails of stardust

places, faces

slow motion, sequence of impossible events

Timeless parade of pacing words and frames

walking through nights of fire and stormy days of wonder

in a soft bubble of hopes and fears,

“where the invisible becomes essential.”

Colours

 

 

 

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Colours

By Laura LME  ©

My name is love, 
my colour is red. 
Vivid drops of ruby
poured over your skin,
showers of ink and paint
dominated by shadows, 
in the light of antic flames
burning your heart!

My name is pain, 
my colour is orange. 
Veins of flowing fluid
deep slopes of sharpness,
in the cavities of time
pressing against your organs, 
extracting bitter tears
contracting your heart.

My name is hope, 
my colour is yellow.
Wires of metallic nets
needles of faith,
spread around you
thin rays of thunder,
conducting electricity
empowering your mind.

My name is strength, 
my colour is power! 
Shades of acceptance, 
nuances of fight
depth of belief,
brushes of inspiration
dipped in beauty,
painting the canvas of life!

 

Whispers

 

 

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Whispers  

by @LauraLME ©

Words like unconscious breeze,
Insinuations of unknown secrets,
Shared through the walls of time,

Whispered

through the trees
Of our forests of sorrows,

Sliding like dew on the leaves of our destiny.

Us, Careless Inhabitants
Of a land that does not forgive.

Wind of rebellious changes,
Blowing strong in circles of fire.

Flames like hopes becoming bigger
Trying to fight the waters of pain.

Our hands in prayers
Wet of tears,
in every drop a new rain,
Falling on this army of souls
Marching restlessly
Looking for answers, wishing for peace.

Silent words, no vibrations
Whispers like silk and velvet
Covering blankets of tomorrows
Hiding colours of rainbows,
In the deep wounds of our sky
Slashed by the almighty wings of Angels
embracing us, Trying to heal the cuts
Filling the voids.

But…

We are all feathers
Quick flashes of lightning,
Running through the tunnel of life.

Our strength is a small candle
Consumed by the years
Passing by, like sand,
Through the bulbs of an hourglass.

Faith

 

 

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Faith 

by @LauraLME ©

Layers of tainted skin
like gathered fabric

pleated by time into ruffles of sin

Where guilt slowly infiltrates
subtle, sharp needles

sewing yarn of sorrow and regrets.

Fragile conscience,
blind to the spiritual nature

of forgiveness,

The Holy gift of departing memories from pain.

Looking for the light of divine power
holding on to the belief that beyond life,

on the other side of these walls of time,

over the bridge of death,

under these dark tunnels of despair,

through the maze of convictions,

eternal flames of Faith,

burn vivid and strong,

showing us the road to Salvation.

In an ethereal journey back to Life
we walk the streets of redemption,

Where we talk without words,

we see the invisible,

we breath Eternity,

In the screaming light of Resurrection.