You nurse the tender pains
to feed your soul. In sunshine
of nothingness, that was falling apart.
And which was not-
the abrupt exit of inconceivable.
Me, still struggling to remain alive in-
thoughts of you.
The vast blankness of mind staggers.
Where the loud music, like tinnitus,
runs slow like crickets
and peacocks, giving a pause.
Then suddenly the crescendo
ups, symphony of loud, beseeching
rumpus, drowns the protest
of songbirds which were giving mating calls.
Listen my love, we are islands
in an ocean. There were no walls.
Only strong waves leave us speechless.
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Comments1
What a beautiful piece. I was reminded the other day of Keats's ode on indolence do drawn go this.
This synchronicity gifted my reception to a poem that played like an orchestra through a wave of emotions far away from indolence.
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