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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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.
ReplyDeleteA deep reflection of the night dreaming of freedom, that light of truth, ever yellow glowing light ~
ReplyDeleteI 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,
Ah we def have some misguided thoughts of love and hate,
ReplyDeleteit 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.
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!
ReplyDeleteAh yes.. bring me to the
ReplyDeleteGolden stream.. let
me swim NOW
in dream of
real.. past is
gone future
never NOW
IS Golden
Stream
of
Life..:)
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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteAm amazed at the soliloquy...very convincingly put forth..Very beautifully written, Sreeja...
ReplyDeleteWonderful soliloquy here. The last stanza is simply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAgree... the last stanza is glorious!
ReplyDeletethis:
ReplyDelete"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
This is stunning! The last stanza flows like a river... lovely use of the lines
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