Wednesday 23 September 2015

Freedom



Night, like serpentine illusions of bygone days,
like misguided perceptions of love and hate,
like mirage visions of kinship and bloodline
wrapping the eyes in thick darkness,

the mind returns to soul,
a yellow glowing flower …
"flood me like a lone streetlight amongst the darkness"

wings that were wrapped around in
habits of silence and smiling;
a shade to rest, but shade like shadow
a shadow around one's existence,

heart makes the simplest things so damn complicated,
one high pitch truth and many fake sounds died;
spread the wings, a sky in wait,

the fluidity of your presence like
the meaning of existence
like my invisible wings of truth;
as in the womb, I dream light, a yellow glowing light ... .


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12 comments:

  1. A night like this.. when we are comforted with the presence of a loved one. Maybe then our hearts make it less complicated.. soft and nice ending, to be cradled with those wings.

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  2. A deep reflection of the night dreaming of freedom, that light of truth, ever yellow glowing light ~

    I like the twisting of the word shadow here which made me pause:

    a shade to rest, but shade like shadow
    a shadow around one's existence,

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  3. Ah we def have some misguided thoughts of love and hate,
    it is interesting how you blended in kinship and bloodline

    ANother high point is how you go from wings and flying to the womb
    very large to very small.

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  4. From Facebook: Night is the most positive of all the "serpentine illusions" that blind. I love how you capture its sweet possibilities along with its dangers. Your images of being wrapped knock me out! Sharing!

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  5. Ah yes.. bring me to the
    Golden stream.. let
    me swim NOW
    in dream of
    real.. past is
    gone future
    never NOW
    IS Golden
    Stream
    of
    Life..:)

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  6. This poem flows beautifully, Sreeja. I especially like the last stanza....with the detail of being in the womb and dreaming a light glowing light.

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  7. I pick up on the freedoms offered by commitment, by experiencing real love; your wing analogies are wicked good, & overall we emerge from the page with a sense of positiveness; often absent from poetry. I like the strength & hope in the lines /wings that were wrapped around in/habits of silence & smiling/--let's hear it for the smiling.

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  8. Am amazed at the soliloquy...very convincingly put forth..Very beautifully written, Sreeja...

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  9. Wonderful soliloquy here. The last stanza is simply beautiful.

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  10. Agree... the last stanza is glorious!

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  11. this:
    "wings that were wrapped around in
    habits of silence and smiling;
    a shade to rest,

    and this:
    "the fluidity of your presence like
    the meaning of existence
    like my invisible wings of truth;....... wow

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  12. This is stunning! The last stanza flows like a river... lovely use of the lines

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