Harvesting sunshine
Blooming blossoms croon
Like tinkling bells of laughter
Raining melodies
Quenching - Sorrow
Driving - MILES of joy
Enveloping strangers of yesterday
In gentle caresses of love
Akin breathing life into a fetal existence
Fed with resolves of frank admissions
And yet…
Hollow(ed) stubborn
Hushed patches of impervious demeanor
Leave embers waiting, to fly…
Windows shut to mist of jumbled perceptions
Born of versions shaded in textures of the tongue
Lick sores on skin housed in tight shoes
Distance appears a chalkboard
Scripted with a thousand words of a cold silence
For dverse where Victoria tends the bar. This is an offshoot of some thoughts occupying my mind right now. Hopefully meets the bar too
Blooming blossoms croon
Like tinkling bells of laughter
Raining melodies
Quenching - Sorrow
Driving - MILES of joy
Enveloping strangers of yesterday
In gentle caresses of love
Akin breathing life into a fetal existence
Fed with resolves of frank admissions
And yet…
Hollow(ed) stubborn
Hushed patches of impervious demeanor
Leave embers waiting, to fly…
Windows shut to mist of jumbled perceptions
Born of versions shaded in textures of the tongue
Lick sores on skin housed in tight shoes
Distance appears a chalkboard
Scripted with a thousand words of a cold silence
For dverse where Victoria tends the bar. This is an offshoot of some thoughts occupying my mind right now. Hopefully meets the bar too
so beautiful piece
ReplyDeletecool image to end on...the 1000 words of silence...and how that also could be a picture....and textures of the tongue....
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Very apt ending Akila! Word craft of the last line is perfect balance of contrast! Great!
Hank
Windows shut to mist of jumbled perceptions
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I especially like those two lines. Well done!
Miles of Joy or Miles brings you joy. Love your write here!
ReplyDeleteFed resolves, your poem is full of metaphoric lines.
Winter(ed) Relationships - the title really intrigued me, and your poem was not disappointing. I admire your skilled use of metaphors throughout.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me a bit of stream-of-consciousness poetry, offering a range of emotions that feel like a roller coaster ride. The images serve to express them so well. Thank you Akila.
ReplyDeleteThousand words of silence - and scripted too. Well done! This is amazing.
ReplyDeleteYou paint so many great metaphors of a fading relationsship... hope a fresh wind can ignite the embers again
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines are very powerful and I think you really took it home with the closing.
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