Sculptural, Graphical artworks & Poems


Love whiff

Autumn utters with
bee’s bumble songs,
photogenic iris recycles,
hungry gravity glides on
embroidered gender leaves,
follows meander of desires.

Inside horn blows
old songs. It’s breeze
lifts your hair to dance,
embraces your bow.
Chance prodigal boy
for romance.

Bail out nights
from arrest of days,
change frosted hours
with jingling coins of minutes.
Then organic words
coagulate on your lips.

Moon inverts to the Sun.
Amoebic joy of fun
curls and billows.
Like a sudden surge of rainbow.
To discover scented
flower petals of lovers.

Gyula Friewald © 02/11/2011

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