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Nestling under the young rain tree
Doodled walls of a room breathed free;
Inside it chrysalises hung
Bearing words and colors of silence;
Before leaving that room, I rummaged
Among boxes of letters, cards and feathers,
Colored threads and brushes and colors,
Scribbled diaries, flutes and dreams;
Squeezing each other inside the cupboards
They stared at me, being and not being and
Togetherness are choices of time;
Trees and flowers peeping through windows
Smiled as a breeze
gently sweeping dried leaves and dust.
There was a room and
I left it years ago, with no choice,
Mind fidgeted through choices and
I plucked my heart from among them
Carried it with me as a treasure box and
I no longer keep souvenirs
For being and not being and
"For being and not being and
ReplyDeleteTogetherness are choices of time…"...so true...
"I no longer keep souvenirs
ReplyDeleteFor being and not being and
Togetherness are choices of time…"
Indeed!!!
"For being and not being and
ReplyDeleteTogetherness are choices of time…"
There's so much depth in these lines.
I like keeping the heart as a treasure box in these lines: "Mind fidgeted through choices and
ReplyDeleteI plucked my heart from among them
Carried it with me as a treasure box"
The conclusion sums it up so well...
ReplyDeleteI no longer keep souvenirs
For being and not being and
Togetherness are choices of time…
Also no memento is a memento
Perhaps it is human nature to discard some mementos, and house the emotions within; less clutter that way. To be without being, quite the spiritual conundrum.
ReplyDeleteIn your words, I feel the sadness of letting go but also the strength that it took to do so. I especially love this...." I plucked my heart from among them
ReplyDeleteCarried it with me as a treasure box".
Eloquently written. ...and in time will it ever exist.
ReplyDeleteThank you all ♥♥♥
ReplyDeleteWhat poignant and heart-felt words you've given us. They are a gift. Thank you.
ReplyDelete(And thank you for visiting my art blog. How nice of you to take the time!)
it was my pleasure...thank you!
DeleteI love your ending conclusion as well ~ In the end, you keep what is most important to you, today and right now ~
ReplyDeleteSo such beauty and truth, in your words, not sure, where I shall begin, beyond saying, thank you. As poetry has become, my way of keeping memento, fresh, in my mind, as the trapping of my material world have been set aside, in my limited space, that I have, in my small apartment.
ReplyDelete"Being, not being and togetherness are choices of time". Brilliant word usage. Great write!
ReplyDeleteThank you all for this great support ...!!
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