“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
there are songs
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of tears and smiles
of verity and love
with an eagle eye........... Sreeja, that is amazing - loveit
Whistles!!💖💖Gosh,this is absolutely stupendous writing, Sreeja 🙂 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 💖💖
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Sanaa
There is so much movement here.. A butterfly in flight behind the eyes...travelling the spectrum of how it feels to be alone
ReplyDeleteThere is so much sense of past, of something being lost in your words... the balance between the eagle and the butterfly used so well.
ReplyDeleteWell expressed. The balance between the legend ad reality and the many songs
ReplyDeleteI love where reading this took me...up in the sky ~ A beautiful share Sreeja ~
ReplyDeleteWhat 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.
ReplyDeleteWhat a unique and lovely poem. I love the image of your first and last stanza and appreciate all your words between.
ReplyDeleteLovely rhythms of tenderness achieved in this Sreeja - I'llbe back for more... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
ReplyDeleteThis 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"
ReplyDeleteLove the imagery. I can see her iris... full and telling.
ReplyDeleteYou 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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