Saturday, 8 October 2016

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“It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky… a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.” – Victor Hugo

“There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.” – Colette  -------  from Sana's Prompt Nights.




there are songs
beneath my iris
like eagles of high sky

some songs are lost
we used to sing together
flocking in cadence
now we live eagle lives

among the clouds live
white necked birds of prey
awe and wonder of childhood days

there were days of butterflies
world was a little flower
fascinations of innocent days
fear of eagles ebbed and flowed
but butterfly songs colored my iris

within the four chambers of beating red
within the grey and white matters
lives eagles of experience
a bird of solitude
with songs of high sky

there are songs
beneath my iris
of tears and smiles
of verity and love
with an eagle eye

i loved my butterfly songs
of my rainbow iris
somewhere behind
it lies as autumn leaves

there are songs
beneath my iris
like eagles of high sky


For dVerse Open link Nights and Prompt Nights


12 comments:

  1. there are songs
    beneath my iris
    of tears and smiles
    of verity and love
    with an eagle eye........... Sreeja, that is amazing - loveit

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  2. Whistles!!πŸ’–πŸ’–Gosh,this is absolutely stupendous writing, Sreeja πŸ™‚ I love the reminiscence of "innocent days" and " butterfly songs" and can feel the wistfulness in the lines "some songs are lost we used to sing together, flocking in cadence now we live eagle lives." I also love how you begin and finish with "there are songs beneath my iris like eagles of high sky" sigh.. beautifully haunting! Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support πŸ’–πŸ’–


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. There is so much movement here.. A butterfly in flight behind the eyes...travelling the spectrum of how it feels to be alone


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  4. There is so much sense of past, of something being lost in your words... the balance between the eagle and the butterfly used so well.

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  5. Well expressed. The balance between the legend ad reality and the many songs

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  6. I love where reading this took me...up in the sky ~ A beautiful share Sreeja ~

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  7. What a beautiful feeling to read this Sreeja. It has a mystical quality about it that seems to reveal the narrator so clearly to the listener.

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  8. What a unique and lovely poem. I love the image of your first and last stanza and appreciate all your words between.

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  9. Lovely rhythms of tenderness achieved in this Sreeja - I'llbe back for more... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  10. This is such an interesting piece. It made me feel that every song has wings. I like the contrasts you've made..."fear of eagles ebbed and flowed" and "eagles of experience"

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  11. Love the imagery. I can see her iris... full and telling.

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  12. You expressed beautifully the experience of aging...as children we crave the excitement....and as we age we appreciate the peaceful :D XXX

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