The sheets loosen,
brittle with yesterday’s sweat,
my limbs heavy
with the unremembered struggle
of another dream slipping into daylight.
The tide surges again— not the sea,
but the pull of routine, a weight
pressing against the ribs.
The road throbs under hurried feet,
a chorus of engines swallowing dawn’s breath.
We rise, we move, we forget
what it was we were chasing.
Beneath the pale flare of a morning too sharp,
the sun spares nothing, nor does it wait.
It only reveals— the quiet surrender,
the unbroken loop, the ceaseless chase,
the unspoken cost.
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Wow this is so powerful.I can relate to all of the emotions here of struggle and surrender.Well written mi amigo
Thanks mucho compadre🕊️🙏🏻
A poem that like the raising sun slowly reveals its light until with full power the message is given then it descends below the horizon leaving the darkness of its meaning. What is the meaning of life? The routine of each raising sun unwavering, the forgetting of the past in night. All about us in routine the bee from flower to flower to make honey for the hive. Work till death and then. A most meaningful poem that gives one thought and the answer is darker than the question itself. A fave
It’s a homage of sorts to lives that in spite of being lived in sunlight has darkness and shadows as contours. Thanks muchly 🕊️🙏🏻
Working until we drop and why do we do it, nicely crafted write, enjoyable
Thanks for affirming that reflection that often goes unworded silence🕊️🙏🏻
You are very welcome
Man, I have lived under the light of that sun. This poem speaks deeply to my, my friend. Well done! 🌹👏
Hey, thanks T! A resonance confirmed brings such fulfilling joy🕊️🙏🏻
I does, though, doesn't it. You are most welcome, A. 🙃😃
May the reflection bring light to that darkness🕊️🙏🏻
Good write A.
Thanks O🕊️🙏🏻
Beautiful....masterfully captures the weight of daily existence, where dreams dissolve into relentless routine.
Many thanks dear friend 🕊️🙏🏻
The horizon is typical of illusions that surround us. You keep going towards the horizon and it keeps moving away from you. You keep going and finally, having gone round, you will find yourself at the starting point… Hello, this resembles real life…
The sun gives life, it also gives death. “We forget what we were chasing…” Happens in human life. Quite often we chase illusions, like that horizon… It is a beautiful scene, whether on land or on the sea…
The sun rules during the day, then disappears. The moon and the stars take over. Poets capture the wonders of nature.
“the quiet surrender” : it is surrender to the sun (think sunrise or sunset) or romantic surrender to the moon or the stars…
“unbroken loop…” : the loop that has been going on since time immemorial, captured by poetic eyes.
“the ceaseless chase…” : throughout life we are chasing after things, after dreams…
We will notice how poets capture the philosophy of life, of what goes on around us and that escapes the attention of others.
“The poet's task is to reveal life at its most intense; to do this he must seize on the essence of a thing, his eye must catch the significant detail, and reveal it by the significant word. He perceives what ordinary men do not perceive….”-- S. H. Burton : "THE CRITICISM OF POETRY." London : Longman Group Ltd., 1950. (2nd Edition, 1974). Full acknowledgements are made to the authors, publishers and rights-holders.
Soman Ragavan. 3 June 2025
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Ooh, thanks for that, Soman. Here’s hoping this poem has achieved all that🕊️🙏🏻
Fine words about life's monotony arqios.
Andy
Thanks Andy 🕊️🙏🏻
Not sure what makes more sense: The Dreams or Reality. Nicely summed up.
Probably both in varying dynamic doses🕊️🙏🏻
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