Clinging like children
in the day’s deep silence
waiting for night to fall
like a smacked child
seeking solace
in the arms of the tyrant
where she has learned to go
to find the encircling arms
are cool
and the caress
snakes not strokes
the passion of the blow
more real than this
grasping
clinging
loving
longing
desperation
written all over
a sad face that smiled
once
now smiling
with tragedy etched in each eye
slow despondent
not captured
but not yet free
half way
dangling from a tree
feet unsure
how far to the ground
hand holds few and far
hanging
clinging
In the day’s deep silence
waiting for night to fall
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January 18, 2012 at 8:53 am |
and hope they manage to let go…no matter how far the ground…better than clinging to what is already dead…fine write..
January 18, 2012 at 9:54 am |
leaving the pain of day to the comfort of night… poignant. I like the mystery in this. beautiful penning. I have decided to follow!
Love your beautiful blog!
my latest
http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2012/01/17/we-make-love/
January 18, 2012 at 11:00 am |
like a smacked child
seeking solace
in the arms of the tyrant
where she has learned to go
to find the encircling arms
are cool
and the caress
snakes not strokes
the passion of the blow
ugh…and then ugh again as it continues on…you made me sit up…and i hope they find freedom before…
January 18, 2012 at 12:38 pm |
Captured me from the get go, hopefully the pain can be let go.
January 18, 2012 at 2:42 pm |
Well said ,Daniel- Indeed it’s the tyranny of love!!!
“not captured
but not yet free”
Can relate to that so very well:(
Hugs,
sheela
January 18, 2012 at 3:37 pm |
All I can hope is that people relate to something in some of my poems some of the time! Thanks Sheela.
January 18, 2012 at 2:46 pm |
not captured
but not yet free
half way
dangling from a tree
feet unsure
how far to the ground
hand holds few and far
this image for me was just honest and remembered….loved the poem.
January 18, 2012 at 3:39 pm |
Thanks Jebbi, gald you liked it. I’ve taken aspects of what I’m feeling now and what I’ve felt in the past, so your comment about honesty and remembered tells me I got it right.
January 19, 2012 at 8:54 pm |
“The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there
is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall,and falling,
they’re given wings.”
–The Essential Rumi
by Coleman Barks