The Face

Dasim

The sun’s breath came down

To bless my face,

But I did not allow it.

A breeze drifted over me

Wanting to kiss my eyes,

And I looked the other way.

A bird sang,

Thanking the Universe for a beautiful day

And I did not smile.

My lover asked me a question,

But I did not answer it.

I walked for a while

Through familiar places

Passing many strangers

And some friends,

Without seeing them.

Angels tapped my shoulder

And smiled at me,

With radiant faces,

But I ignored them.

My pillow whispered

Words of wisdom,

I brushed them aside.

Early morning gifted its tenderness

Only to be dismissed, unnoticed.

Photographs and objects,

Claimed my attention.

Reminders or warnings,

Of past and future,

I don’t know.

Slowly, I became weightless,

Then I turned transparent,

Finally, I looked in the mirror

And I was not there.

  • Author: Dasim (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2020 15:18
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  • jarcher54

    Oh my!

  • L. B. Mek

    it is necessary to look for meaning, to confront the reality of not fitting-in within the community you have cultivated for yourself,
    but as your write clearly identifies, there is a lot of interpretation involved in our definition of those elements that shape our lives - we sometimes take for granted,
    not all bird songs are cheerful, the Sun can bake as easily as nurture and refresh, friends can be as poisonous as they can be angelic
    and that mirror reflection is not the only way you have of identifying yourself, look: in the in those eyes that look upon you with kindness and try to find answer to the 'why' -
    why do they fight by your side, when you have given up?
    in-fact why do they bother at all?
    Because they don't know any better? or maybe - just maybe because you - made an effort at some point, to insure you matter: in their eyes and you just need to find a tether to hold-on to, long enough for this storm to pass...
    however bleak, your write was a good read

    • Dasim

      Hello, L.B
      Thank you for taking the time to comment on my poem. It is indeed a bleak one, certainly written at a time when I did not like myself much. Just so you know, I am not always like that!
      I'll be reading some of yours soon!



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