A peek through the shades of my window,
the thin ray of light hurts my eyes so I turn away.
I now face the imminent and daunting,
I stare at the past,
the ring I wear reflects no light.
I listen for understanding and hear faint whispers.
I try to listen harder only to hear them fade.
The answer is not there, I think.
My quest is now to find another source.
The window has let in more light,
I can barley make out the figure in the mirror.
As I walk close I see myself backwards.
How do I turn this around I ponder.
More light comes through the shades,
My back warms in a peaceful way.
I notice that my mirror image,
is looking away.
What if I...?
The shades are gone,
the light transfixes me into place.
I am unable to move,
I have no desire to do so.
All I had to do was turn around,
this warm sensation is relaxing my soul.
what were the questions I had before?
Why was I ever searching?
This is all I needed.
But what is it?
Where does this ring of light come from?
Well, at least I'm warmer.
A contest entry
- Natal Day -- The day before we don't remember by tomisb.
1750 points, ended September 11, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Happy B-Day Tom! You are a source of light to us all!
Comments
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Interesting vision of the spirit and birth. At least that is the way I take it. Awakening in a physical form would be disorienting. Very thoughtfully done.
Best of luck in the contest.
Peace,
Tom B.
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Happy Birthday to you, and thanks for the trophy. I will shine it before it goes in my display window. I wanted to remind you on your annual auto gratification fulfillment day.
That life is easier when your not looking for a corner in a circle, and that above all else, "Reality is Undefinable"!
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