I travel to places
far away or near by;
places that exist or may not,
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
drifting
in my mind
leaning on the wings of my poems.
hitchhiking, cruising or hopscotching
from one part to the other
drifting
in my mind
leaning on the wings of my poems.
I go to countries;
new places
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,
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.
15 comments:
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 by...live in that victory...smiles.
A very victorious poem. Great words; niche,hitchhiking, hopscotching, drifting, nudging, zigzag, geometry, cityscape, naughty, tresses, wrinkled, victory, stubborn.
Hitchhiking or hopscotching: brilliant!
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.
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!"...
Beautiful..the longing and the freedom of leaning on the wings of poems..love it!
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
Celest,
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...:)
I love the sense of carefreeness here. The "leaning on the wings of my poems"...nice visual.
Thanks for sharing another well-composed piece.
ah! Nice OS :) Thanks for the visit. I tend to travel in my mind a lot so I can truly relate. :)
in ur city.... reading ur blogs ...... and appreciating ....
Enchanting poem =)
Reading this poem gave me a heady feeling -- it's free-spirited and full of life. Loved it.
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
http://www.tingtasy.com/2011/05/tuesday-thankfulness-tt7-24th-may-27th.html
Perhaps, you can contribute and join Tuesday Thankfulness meme too.. Thanks and *HUG*
Hi Celest,
Where are you dear lady? Hope all is well with you x :)
^ Thanks for reading :-)
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