Saturday, April 9, 2011

A quietude that speaks incoherent ....

A pause
like a forlorn deserted noon,
a silence
striving to balance tricky over a gorge,
its echo resounding,
weighing heavy on daily chores.

A feel, so profound with a suppressed dream,
a strange stillness reigns,
waiting in deathlike calm,
mute as desert, in a tensed apprehension
for a bizarre rainstorm to surge.

As if a long elapsed hope
might start flapping its wings back and forth;
as if the mind suddenly will get limbs
and start its ballerina - maneuvers;

Even the sky gets weary of an unleashed oomph
of a quietitude that prevails,
saying nonstop
an wild bohemian song.


ayala said...


Anonymous said...

It reads like the quiet before a storm, hopefully a wonderful storm, a joyous one :)

The Unknowngnome said...

I agree with Ayala, this is beautiful, but could it be that it is not a storm at all to come but just a pending mist, a pending to set your mind to dance and sing as you have written here?

Far from being incoherent your thoughts are penned to precision. This, to me, is one of your best writings.

Celestial Dreamz said...

:) thanks to all

Krislin Neo, Ting (Syracuse Pike) said...

Just what I need at this point of time right now in my life... Can't tell if it is a storm.. since it isn't all like a storm.. I write about my 'struggles' now in my other blog,, very different from Tingtasy... and strangely, your poem, my, my state is exactly in the way you penned it.. :)

Brian Miller said...

lovley write...the ballerina movements got me...having a ballerina wife and even danced myself a bit...conceptually i like this as well...

Rose said...

There are so many lines in this piece that I love. It is very descriptive and I found myself reading it over a few times. The strange stillness is tangible. Very well written Celest!

Jack Edwards Poetry said...

Great poem. I like the use of simile.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

A very delightful piece of writing.
I too expected that storm clouds were gathering........


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