Monday, May 16, 2011

a niche for myself ....

I travel to places
far away or near by;
places that exist or may not,
beyond the hidden shadows,
hitchhiking, cruising or hopscotching
from one part to the other
in my mind
leaning on the wings of my poems.

I go to countries;
new places
like an artwork of blue green,
an oilpainting
with mountains nudging the amber sky
or the zigzag sunray through the
geometry of a cityskape,
where birds spread wings to tempt me
the falling rain teases and
a naughty breeze tickles my tresses,
where the rainbow does not weep in the sky
and the soil still holds its virgin purity.

The day will pass away.
Tomorrow it will all fade like a dream,
tomorrow it will seep away from my clenched fist,
tomorrow again I will return to my closet of wrinkled hope.

Today let me hold onto this moment of victory
for tomorrow the stubborn weeds of cold reality will be back.


Brian Miller said...

smiles. love the freedom i feel in the opening stanzas...the hitchhiking and hopscotch...smiles...leaning on the wings of my poems...feels like leaning on the rolled down car window as you drive on in that victory...smiles.

The Unknowngnome said...

A very victorious poem. Great words; niche,hitchhiking, hopscotching, drifting, nudging, zigzag, geometry, cityscape, naughty, tresses, wrinkled, victory, stubborn.

Hitchhiking or hopscotching: brilliant!

tolbert said...

Moon, you have put the imagery out there so beautifully again!

“mountains nudging the amber sky
or the zigzag sunray through the
geometry of a cityskape..."

I love the use of your words nudging and zigzag
and the awesome, vivid scene they create.

Then, “tomorrow again I will return to my closet of wrinkled hope.”

This closing is absolutely powerful and I have to stop at this or I will end up copying
your entire poem and handing it back to you with bold, italics of appreciation. One thing that has struck me with your poetry (that I have read so far) is that you have an amazing ability to complete your poem in a way that leaves me shaken, feeling the powerful thrust of your message.

Thank you so much. I look forward to more of your inspiration.

tolbert said...

Moon, I have just spent the past x-number of minutes (I lost track) reading various poems, ruminations and reflections on your blog and...I don't want to 'gush' so I am going to simply say "WOW!"...

ayala said...

Beautiful..the longing and the freedom of leaning on the wings of it!

Pat Hatt said...

Wow the sense of freedom you convey
Makes one just want to seize the day
Enjoyed this write a lot
Great one shot
And as of now
Just have to repeat the above wow

Rose said...

Fantastic imagery, I just love your closet of wrinkled hope phrase! Lean on the wings of your poems dear lady for they are beautiful and will carry you far! Tomorrow will bring new dreams...:)

Andy said...

I love the sense of carefreeness here. The "leaning on the wings of my poems"...nice visual.

Thanks for sharing another well-composed piece.

lynnaima said...

ah! Nice OS :) Thanks for the visit. I tend to travel in my mind a lot so I can truly relate. :)

Arun the Rising Sun said...

in ur city.... reading ur blogs ...... and appreciating ....

mindlovemisery said...

Enchanting poem =)

Mystic Margarita said...

Reading this poem gave me a heady feeling -- it's free-spirited and full of life. Loved it.

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

A poem that melts my heart and breaks down my tears.. Yes, with what I am going through, this fills the comfort..

Well, hope you still remember me.. I hadn't been around as my grandma just departed..

But now, I am back.. If you have the time, do drop by at

Perhaps, you can contribute and join Tuesday Thankfulness meme too.. Thanks and *HUG*

Rose said...

Hi Celest,
Where are you dear lady? Hope all is well with you x :)

Celestial Dreamz said...

^ Thanks for reading :-)