Sunday, April 28, 2013

happiness ...


I will call you for sure;
We shall meet again’ he promised...
 
In between the velvety folds
of those promises she built a house, long cherished.
And to live in an imaginary house is the best,
her house, built from the grit of memory
has no trial and no test. 

good to have a fantasy house with hopes and dreams so little,
as the walls of which bear no rhyme and not another riddle.
no expectations, nor fear in the mesh of other allusions,
longing neither to belong nor to search for meaning in this illusion. 

Resting under the painted ceiling out of which Images grow,
she feels happy as the walls cannot anymore smell of sorrow.
Not aching to make sense of the day or the night,
she doesnt weep any more, try as she might.
For she knows this is all there is, and this is so,
there’s no panic of an end, and no one to leave and go!

 

 

14 comments:

VaNdAnA ShArMa said...

Love can do wonders, it leaps the heart into an imaginary world. Very beautiful description of the house.

Rose said...

Excellent Moon, I love the feel of this imaginary house of yours excellent writing because much is to be read between the lines which you have left unsaid :)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Such a beautiful house of dreams......I hear the "no one to leave and go"....but keep dreaming those dreams, for love can arrive at any moment.

mindlovemisery said...

Your writing sticks between my ribs, its excellent

Mary said...

Sad, I think, that it was only in a fantasy house she could be happy. Well written. Poignant.

Lisa Williams said...

This is an amazing poem, absolutely love it!

Adhi Das said...

the power of love can build castles in the air taking one to a fairy land of bliss..beautiful imagination about the house of dreams free of all wordly worries..Smiles:))GOD<3U

Brian Miller said...

there is a lot of emotion just under the surface of this...you let us find it though and not give away...those last lines caught my breathe....very nice...

hyperCRYPTICal said...

This is beautiful - oh what dreams we paint on the promise of love.

Tis really beautiful CD in its sadness. I am glad she does not weep anymore.

Anna :o]

Suzy said...

A little bit sad that it had to be a fantasy house. Very beautifully written - I felt the emotion.
Dropping by from the Poetry Pantry.

Suzy at http://ilasoulpoems.blogspot.co.nz/

Victoria said...

There is so much pain and disappointment underlying this beautiful poem, as I read it. I love the idea of the fantasy house, the illusions we all build for ourselves to make us feel safe and cared for, cared about. Nicely done.

ayala said...

Sad and beautiful my friend.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Such beautiful work--your work makes me ache in a wonderful way--if that makes any sense to you --

Ygraine said...

I think we should all have our personal House of Dreams, where no one can hurt us...a place where we no longer need promises to hang onto.
The spaces between the lines speak volumes.
I hear their words in my Soul.

A truly fabulous write.:)