Poem – “A Love of Nothing More” – Romanticism – 1/30/2021

How great were the words
In relation
To the acts, upon the radiant stage?

Deception crosses the veins,
Shelters our support, to be stained

With open-wide synonyms,
Repetitions
Of a mile for the future.

Repeating at the mile,
Filling futures for the style
Of yesterday’s portraits,
Brazen in the emptiness of lacking
Elements.

Colors and broken arrows,
Books of words
Without dynamics in meaning.
I love with fingers too heavy

To carry the scenery in my heart.

Her biblical call
Of untortured worship
Towards the repeat of another lash
Upon my harried corpse
,
Levels landscapes, at the face
Within the canvas.

Of beauty at the call
Of God at His own funeral.