Friday, January 20, 2012

In My Head (Short Story Slam Week 19)

Why do we must dye our life?
Do I have to stay put indefinitely?
Look around, we have nature to worship,
Cryptograms to decode,
I walk around the park,
My mind is listless,
The wind is flirting with the starless sky,
I’m glad I didn’t detonate.
Birds hesitate to leave behind their old tree friend,
Winter rattles and signs in disorder,
Dead leaves mourn over their removal from trees,
I pray for you, in dimness…



ayala said...

I like the wind flirting with the starless sky...lovely!

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Some lovely lines in this one. Very nice!

Unknown said...

I agree some lovely lines..well done

Abhishek said...

thought provoking lineS!!

Looks like a lot is going on in the mind of the person in poem ..

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Elizena said...

I have to say that I agree with ayala. The entire poem is quite something, but these words caught hold of me:

My mind is listless,
The wind is flirting with the starless sky

I can see it and even though my mind doesn't know quite which way to go, it follows the wind and the smell of Autumn as together they flirt with the sky.
This made me see some wonderful pictures in my mind. Thanks so much for sharing.

Anonymous said...

Great work!! inspiring!

Jack Edwards Poetry said...

Great poem. I love the last line.

Here is my entry:

Geoff Maritz said...

I admit I'm not really a poetry buff but there are pictures in my inner vision that have been invoked by your poem.
I see a young girl desperate to move on and see the world, someone who wants to be like the swallows who rejoice in the freshness of the wind on a starless night as they playfully travel from north to south and back again.
A girl who is tired of trying to please other people instead of discarding the dead leaves of her life, making way for the fresh growth in the coming season.
I see her wanting to lift her eyes to the creator instead of being stuck with only what can be seen, tired of the hopelessness of negativity.
I see pictures when I read this poem.
A good read, Geoff.

Caroline said...

Love it , great job.

Unknown said...

great imagery thank you for sharing xx

Nelson said...

An awesome poem, thanks for sharing it. Thank you for stopping by! Happy and gorgeous new week to you. Greetings from Rio de Janeiro/Brasil. Please come back soon!

Susie Clevenger said...

There are so many wonderful elements in this piece..why must we dye our life...cryptograms to decode...Nice work!!

Just Be Real said...

Very nice. Thank you for sharing. Blessings.

Mark Butkus said...

You may not have detonated but this poem took off! Good work!

Elaine Danforth said...

I like the tension between the stillness and the motion. The staying put and the moving on. Nice, reflective piece.