Monday, 20 August 2012

clouded

Under Windsor Bridge, 1912, by Adolphe Valette

days of fun went by as the mist here
that comes and goes with the gush of wind
he stood there in silence, pooled around
as the mist that clouded his sight, where
no images transcended above dead stillness
under the bridge that connects two shores
he stood with no shores to connect his memories
and no ships of hope passed as he stood there
in mist, where building and rebuilding of empires
of ego mystified his beliefs and burned ruthless
inside his still beating heart that knows no reason


22 comments:

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    1. Thank you for the visit and the appreciation.....

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  2. whew. I am speechless in the face of your insight!

    "where building and rebuilding of empires
    of ego mystified his beliefs and burned ruthless
    inside his still beating heart that knows no reason"

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  3. .. 'no ships of hope' .. what so many wait for?

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  4. stunning imagery...loved this!..x

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  5. he stood with no shores to connect his memories
    and no ships of hope...def emotive...lots of great lines in this....great piece...

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  6. Wonderful imagery, Sreeja !A moving piece...

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  7. where can i go and watch the ships of hope

    http://zongrik.wordpress.com/2011/08/26/moving-forward/

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  8. Thanks ....yes I visited the link to find that ship...:-)

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  9. Lovely piece with such vivid writing style.

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  10. This is a real abysmal " dark night of the soul" type crossing Sreeja, thanks a lot, i enjoyed its dark power

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