Today
the skies are an empty, frozen plate.
Empty...
Not empty of clouds,
it is empty of sound and light.
Can’t remember the moment
when the wind started to sharpen
silvery silhouettes.
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In darkness
branches resemble a giant bug’s legs
and mist crawls within
like a white snake.
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I follow the compass needle,
it shows me the way
and I park my thoughts
in the wide yard of memories.
*
I wipe the mist
off the mirror’s surface,
my mind door opens
and I see colors,
and I see your face.
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an almost mystical, eerie feel to this. like a hastening passage between various strange worlds – are these just mind compartments? – time undefined, sounds undefined, colors undefined, the moment “before”. before what? creation, waking up, discovery? and then the sudden hint, not yet reality, that there is life “out there”: color. is this the lover’s face?
beautiful, once the reader takes to the pains of interpreting and discovering the intimacy of the thoughts presented here
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You are right with all your mentioned possibilities. It is undefined time and colors before waking up to discover a creation. This time it is a creation of mind like the lover's face behind my back. Fugue is a moment of lost time in our memories. It is mostly defined as an illness but I use it just as a poetical metaphor for something different. From time to time I like to write Vignettes. With them I do not need to say too much. All feelings could be expressed with a few puzzles of it. Thank you for discovering and understanding all pieces of my inner world and for your gentle passage to it..
~Sonja~
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i really like the lines, "and i park my thoughts in the wide yard of memories" nicely done. i'm glad i put you on my favorites.
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Thank you dear Lea for your visit to my side of poetical shores and your always kind words and comments.
~Sonja~
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Outstanding
I liked the contrasts in this poem. The poem begins with a sense of emptiness, nature dismal and the sky empty. It ends with the colors which are associated with your love as if he lifts you out of the depressing surroundings. A strong poem with some excellent imagery. I especially liked your image of the wind and the metaphor of the compass. A stunning poem.
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As I already said in other comment, from time to time I like to write this way. I am so glad if you find it wort to read. My imagination is working overtime and this way I can keep most of pictures for myself and I offer to my poetry reader just enough of them to see... Thank you dear friend.
~Sonja~
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lovely, i love the mist as a white snake....
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Always a poet in you is talking to me ...
~Sonja~
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BEAUTIFUL!!!!!
So, so true! What ever we may meet on our journeys when we open our door to home and the love of our lives is there waiting all that we faced, and traveled through is no more.'s
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Yes, you are right, it was the journey of heart and mind and soul...
~Sonja~
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a very telling piece nice use of words and images here
silvery silhouettes
beautiful describtions of natures weathers also
abigail
was
heart on sleeve
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Thank you my dear Abgail. It's nice to see your smiles back to this site.
~Sonja~
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