Sun heating the heart out
Wind blowing it away
Chanteuse vocalizing a melancholy
Sailing her way past the past
Casting shades on what's left behind
Lost sensation in the umbra of numbness
Driven by queer gravitation not of attraction
Beneath where those who passed occurrence
Have seemed to breathe their last
Non existence of the splendor of beauty
For invisibility of affection
Casting shades on what's left behind
Sailing her way past the past
What did you think
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Amazing!
I am speechless!
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humz.
the last stanzas has full meaning and described well.
thanks for sharing
and yeh, Assalam o alaikum.
how are you
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the poet of hearts and beautiful words
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Wa Alaikom Assalam
AlHamdulellah i am fine...
thank you for your comment, A.Ghani
-sherry
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Ms. El Hariry.
...Lady Egypt, as it were.
(bows; reverently)
...sometimes...despite the overbearing din of our chaotic cosmos,
we manage to uncover a brief oasis of solace; warm and safe, if only
for a fleeting moment.
Such is this composition, Pixi.
...these words, although not mine, are read with similar eyes, my lady.
...these words are familiar; somehow parallel... equadistant in thought.
Chanteuse... very well done. -I have never worked that one into a write!
Umbra... eek! ...I had to look that one up! (rare)
Shorouk. (Shore-oohk; phoenetic?)
...a pleasure, to be certain.
and a tribute, of sorts... a minor bauble, if you will.
...a mutual understanding, possibly.
"When thou hast risen they live,
When thou settest they die;
For thou art length of life of thyself,
Men live through thee,
While their eyes are upon thy beauty,
Until thou settest."
-A Hymn To The Sun, Ikhnaton Songs to Aton
Isn't it funny though how we tend to assign passages such as these
to those whom cannot understand or feel?
...how we can see mysticism in such shallow puddles?
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It's all in the Eye of The Beholder, no?
A shame hindsight is 20/20.
...I also could have used a sneak peek at the mayhem ahead.
Salute, Pixi.
...a toast.
(grins)
...to the future.
Because at the risk of cheapening my insights, as a reasonably
talented man once said:
"...what goes around, goes around, goes around goes all the way
back around."
-Justin Timberlake.
Charmed, Shorouk.
...expertly.
you have been added.
Maat.
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your comments just leave me speechless...
appreciated
yes, my name is somehow pronounced like "Shore-ook" ... you can call me sherry, it's easier
and "Chanteuse" is originally French, if you have noticed.
... a toast
to the future
PS: thank you for the add, i have added you back
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wow
seems like you were attracted and have decided to move on...right....that looks like so bright and positive way of looking at things...a damn good poem...using some imagery -
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thank you
and yes, i am glad you got the point of the poem...
-sherry
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The color scheme chosen was beautiful, sort of a silent beauty. A still happiness.
But then, the work itself was a stark contrast. So sad. Feels like a longing for the past, glancing back on what was once had, or could have been.
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im glad you liked the color scheme. it has actually been intended that the spirit of the write would differ from the color of gaiety, orange.
yet Eve is sailing her way past the past, she should be glad she's doing so ! *smiles*
thank you for reading...
-sherry
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