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Author Name: Freewriter53 6 Comments
Date Added: October 04, 2009 16:10:48 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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"Sculpted Lives"
"Sculpted Lives"
Moonlit granite spaces called your arms.
Brazen hearts and stonecrafted features softened by life.
Sculpted melodies and heartstrings guided by your hands.
Gentle emotions transforming themselves into silent sonnets.
Your iridescent gaze set to evanescent words and forgotten whispers of our dreams.
Black and white musical notes framed by scattered ripples of familiar titles.
Black and white notes, which when played along with our mortal desires, became rich, burgundy blood covered hearts,
azure skies, sparkling reticent stars, courageous, passionate horizons, and midnight ivory moons.
Distant heavenly orbs that were as vibrant as the dormant desires that lay within our well rehearsed departures.
Tempered, molded, chiseled stones, that transformed themselves into granite blocks of well performed artistic slumber,
with the cool stones repeating note upon note, unto their cold alabaster flesh.
Conceptualized our hearts, our passionate embraces and gentle rapture, with this sacred act gracefully blessed by your hands and lips.
All of the moments spent within your arms, reminded me always, of a cool breeze against my face, with your feelings methodically leaving me, much like the hauntingly expiring hours do each day to every life that they caress. 
Over the course of my meandering thru time, I will fervently recall within the still silence of my heart, your gentle breathing against my hands like an April breeze at midnight caressing the still countryside at will.
I will recall our first embrace and the newly born light of optimism that briefly accompanied our lives. 
I will then fly away to dream again.
To dream of a world newly cleansed by a thunderstorm at dawn, with the blanket of my memories,
all bundled underneath the cinnamon and jasmine scented canopy called you.
Author's Notes:
The painting is by Velazquez and the title is "Venus and Cupid with Mirror. I think the sensations and feelings that this work evokes as well as what the protagonists in the work each must be experiencing, clearly conveys some of the feelings within my words.
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Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on October 9, 2009 11:25:18 AM Report
Hello Sergio
What a delight ro read your words...the painting was indeed a very fitting accompaniment. You painted your own special picture here in a soft sensual way.
Ali x
Comment By: FreeAngelface on October 5, 2009 07:31:20 PM Report
Again Sergio amagingly delightful! Your a very romantic guy!  Please dont let some heaping lost soul leave your heart broken for long! You deserve to be loved to the fullest! Hugs



Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on October 4, 2009 09:35:33 PM Report
"I will fervently recall withing the still silence of my heart, your gentle breathing against my hands"...tender breathtaking moments that linger in our memory." I will recall our first embrace and the newly born light of optimism that briefly accompanied our lives."...truly one of life's most valuable treasures--to be lived over and over in memory. Reading your work has become a treat for my senses--an experience. Stirring work Sergio! 



Comment By: FreePeter Sammylin on October 4, 2009 07:52:08 PM Report
Hello Sergio,

Again i was taken by the hand and lifted up to where the Angels live while reading!  The very splendor of your well constructed lines did take my breath away and would not let me out of their finest woven webs of beautiful poetry until i came to the gracious end of the work!  Wonderful!

Greetings: a still captivated Peter
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on October 4, 2009 07:25:19 PM Report
 Again a loss for words has your words sculpture her
before your romantic eyes only..
 SO romantic your spanish heart as Guitars play with soft sensual music under moonlight graceful glow with stars in your dark eyes..
Mmmmmmm... makes one think about many things as the night fingers reach out to play with the velvet curtains

Comment By: Freee. Gene Myers on October 4, 2009 06:43:32 PM Report
Wow, you are a romantic.  I've never been able to write like that.  Some day, if I learn from people like you I may be able.  Not being a romantic myself, it would sound phoney to me should I write it.  I will learn though.    Thanks for a good example.


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