Magpie Tales
Delusion, forgotten
verses—
Yesterday seems like
a distant forlorn verse
Haunting from empty
corners;
But then water pools
in grooves
Made by treaded paths,
Mind hovers around past
impressions
From a hall of fame
descends steps
Or are they ascending
again, whence
They started once
With alluring verses;
When empty corner
haunts
Ragged, withered,
carpet lies
Mute, bearing past
impressions
Two needles running fast
Every heart beating
to orchestrate
Ragged carpets lie silent
whole lotta texture in this one sreeja....the needles at the end made me think of record players...following the well etched grooves....interesting back and forth on the ascending and descending as well...and being unsure the true direction....
ReplyDeleteCompellingly, convincingly written; well done.
ReplyDeleteSuch vivid words for the picture ~ I specially like: Yesterday seems like a distant forlorn verse
ReplyDeleteHaunting from empty corners ~ Well done with the challenge ~
Ah yes, they do, holding deeply between each step, secrets.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite two lines:
ReplyDeleteRagged, withered, carpet lies
Mute, bearing past impressions
Love this especially:
ReplyDeleteFrom a hall of fame descends steps
Or are they ascending again, whence
They started once
:) ~ Eddie
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ReplyDeleteRagged carpets lie silent sums it up nicely!
ReplyDeleteI like how you wove verses between the steps...
ReplyDeleteThe neddles run fast leaving the rich past to the present tattered state. The ragged carpets now lie silent and you have woven the bygone era so well.
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ReplyDeleteHave a great day.
As always, you nailed this picture prompt. Fabulous use of words. Superb :-)
ReplyDeletehearts orchestrate,ragged carpet lie silent.Soft and focussed poet you are !
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