A fleeting glimpse
A shadow
And its gone –
Like the momentary
Blaring
Of some horn
like some picture
seen
on a screen
was the thought
much sought
a has-been…
I try to recall
But in vain
It’s gone
To some higher-up
Plane –
Where my mind
Tries to soar
But comes down…
Again
Dizzily
The throughs whirl around..
Do I wake
Do I sleep
Do I live??
Am I small
Am I great
Am I Eve ?
These thoughts
Revolve in my head
I stop
To think
[on] what I said
And round
And round
My hazy mind-
All thoughts
Like threads
do unwind
till:
enough – I say
and relax
like some
stretched-out
Doll of wax
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safina (Pseudonym) (
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This was a poetic ride on the back of words. Well done
Thanks for always being among the first to comment and motivate me. 💐🙏🏼
You are most welcome
A thoughtful and relatable piece.
Thanks for the feedback 🙏🏼appreciate it💅
You are welcome.
Safina, this is a thoughtful and beautifully flowing piece. The wandering questions, the circling thoughts, and the eventual surrender into stillness all come together so naturally. It feels both introspective and deeply human. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
This was written when I was a teenager- just did a little editing before sharing. Thanks for the wonderful compliments 🙏🏼💐
niely done
Thanks for the ‘like’ 🤗
I am glad you were finally able to say 'enough' and make the command work Safina, otherwise a sleepless night awaited. An elusive quest for truth which should never be undertaken at bedtime. Perhaps that was why I was taught as a child familiar prayers to say in bed before I slept. Never worked during and after adolescence...'enough ' the watchword.
sorry for the belated response - was out for the weekend...
that was then - now - enough is quite tough, though trying to conquer it...
Now you have returned from gallivanting around....I must focus on the patterns (and hopefully scenes) which form on the screen behind my closed eyelids... I must be persistent and work at it...
yes please do so - hope not too much of an effort - don.t overstrain, but don.t restrain yourself too .lol
our overnight trip to a seaside resort with cousins was really refreshing - needed it..
Brilliant metaphor.
thank you very much !
lol some serious reflection I love the end it's brilliant 🌹
Glad it resonated with you thanks. 💅
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