-The fallen winter rose-
This is a collaboration with the amazing wordsmith, writer and poet
and it is Nathan who is the author behind this blog.
Nathan is a good friend from across the ocean and he is a lovely soul with a warm heart.
He write poems and short stories and even few lines. His few lines are so powerful and with so much meaning so I become speechless.
His poems is so heart touching with vividly imagery so my mind spinning around and just won’t leave the world Nathan create.
His short stories is like a colorful rainbow. You want to be among his beautiful words and pictures and the taste of glory and love and sorrow and pain.
You always captivated me with your words.
You always mesmerize me with your words.
you always make me catch a feeling.
My dark soul and my dark heart will always twisted me in his pure red heart and shiny soul.
He want to create a world for everyone to enjoy and Nathan, your mission is complete.
Give him a follow and your love and be enchanted by his words.
You are a big star in my eyes and I am always looking forward to your words. I am so grateful to you❤️yes, I give you a little heart with so much meaning because I can’t thank you enough.
You will set the world on fire…
I feel honored and humbled to write this poem with you. You was such a delight to work with, thank you.
-The fallen winter rose-
Let us go, then, back:
where long looks languid lie in
the 8:34 sunset breeze
necks stretched back to catch a corner of
hearts on fire
the silent retreats
(every time our eyes meet, the long looks of
diamond and pearl and saffron
and jade surrender themselves and sink
into an ocean of tendernesses):
A seed, a little piece of something more
a heaven, a haven, a refuge for restless
don`t let the memory fade though the
night-time disappears like
last drops of an angel’s tears shaken from
the end of a juniper bough,
the spark of a new dawn, a raid on the
inarticulate, a salve
for the murmurings of a broken heart.
Let us, then, go back,
tilbake til den endelige sangen,
til jorden, svidd, i ild fra en gnist innenfra
til brenningen, kloringen, krypingen
(lost, not forgotten, a fleeting emotion, a
a spirit of unconsecrated yearning railing
the knowing and the unknowing and the
wall between your cell
Let us go back to the rose petal
from the spaces between lion and
a touch of sorrow, an open wound
undressed, a starless night, a cloud
on the face of the sapphire moonlight –
a path, a melody, the strange sadness
that runs slowly through your veins
every August 24th
(congealing memory and condensing solace
back alley cornerstone of an age that
was ours to begin with),
men, husk meg som pusten som blåste ut
lyset og tente de mørkeste tankene dine
med et kyss fra en fallende vinter rose.
-Orkidedatter & Nathan https://themythofprometheus.wordpress.com