There is certain stillness
in the crawling day.
Fragments, tucked away
in cupboards and under beds,
that dissolve in the endless spaces
where you once lived.
There is certain calm
in the glassy night.
Columns of light
slide silently across my palms
when I reach out from the deep
and find you are no longer there.
There is certain peace
in sadness,
that separates love from grief.
About Me
- Straw Dog
- Some would call me eccentric (for reasons I can't fathom) and I am a sinestral ('left-handed' for those of you who aren't aware what that means).
2 comments:
yes I like the "pictures" I get
like from:
Columns of light
slide silently across my palms
(when I reach out from he deep
and find you are no longer there)
Well already as a child I used to
watch how rays of light act
through leaves in trees and through
windows .... and I just came to
think of it ... and I liked to think of
that and I still like a child can
think of light that way as you
write that I could touch it ... in fact
I think I do it without thinking even..
So I just liked the imagery you gave
since it made me feel good ...
and you describe longing so elegant
and yes I can relate, first I didn't
know I longed so much and when I
learnt a year or so ago, well it didn't
change the feelings of longing but I
learnt how much I longed and it is
a bit like you write.... wonderfull
feelings .... untill it's gone .... ..
Endless deep is a bit sad but in a peacefull
way ...
This could be better written but if I am
very awake I don't really think like this,
:)
I mean I think the most interesting thoughts
comes to me when I am not in perfect shape
:)
helena
Hi helena,
Thank you for your kind comments, once again. This is my latest poem and I've had some positive feedback for it.
I think there are certain mind states that lead to a different approach to creativity.Tiredness is definately one.
Remus.
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