Inspired by the book 'The Night Circus' by Erin Morgenstern
The sense of an ending
may be discerned
within the world contained
in that single, lone teardrop
which tenderly caresses your cheekbone
as it sets off
in the direction of your beating heart
It can be felt,
palpitating,
in the final performance
of the magician
(Exit stage left)
as she takes her very last bow,
bending so very deep at the waist
it is as though she is about to be
rendered in half
It breathes heavily
in the deft movement of her hands as
she waves to the audience,
bidding goodbye to her craft
It vibrates between
the soft, urgent kiss
shared by two lovers
who have only just met
Struck by a lightning like certainty
that they are about to be forever torn apart,
they refuse to leave their first and last dance
to chance, random circumstance
Whirling fervently like dervishes,
bound in an invisible melody
with the promise
that their lives will never be the same
once the movement of their feverish feet stops
The sense of an ending
is discovered
within the beating of a heart
as it comes to an absolute
halt.
The sense of an ending
may be discerned
within the world contained
in that single, lone teardrop
which tenderly caresses your cheekbone
as it sets off
in the direction of your beating heart
It can be felt,
palpitating,
in the final performance
of the magician
(Exit stage left)
as she takes her very last bow,
bending so very deep at the waist
it is as though she is about to be
rendered in half
It breathes heavily
in the deft movement of her hands as
she waves to the audience,
bidding goodbye to her craft
It vibrates between
the soft, urgent kiss
shared by two lovers
who have only just met
Struck by a lightning like certainty
that they are about to be forever torn apart,
they refuse to leave their first and last dance
to chance, random circumstance
Whirling fervently like dervishes,
bound in an invisible melody
with the promise
that their lives will never be the same
once the movement of their feverish feet stops
The sense of an ending
is discovered
within the beating of a heart
as it comes to an absolute
halt.
I just read this artwork of yours,it kind of reminds me of something i wrote a few days ago,(and yes it is I,the very same familiar anonymous)..I'd be honoured if you read what i am about to post."assuming i am not over treading any cyber-boundaries here,if there is such a thing"
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Scenes,screams filling my heart,
a desiderium possessing improbabilities..
Take a shine to,but need not separate,
my onyx shadow,there behind me..
A recurrence of an embrace,
in a spectacle whose architecture falls..
The divinities proceeding to seperate graves,
when will the winter knock on my doors again?
The robust eye,as it has been always,
lies dormant,expressing nothing of what lies within...
Guiding me through a dense forest,
it abandons,vanishes robbing me of my senses..
Alas! the sweetness never dies,
the feel of your caress,your gaze so electric..
Reaching out with my torn limbs,to grasp,
one last,one more moment..a mere fragment..
As the dream reaches its maximum opacity,
and the blur fades..I reminiscence..
The mere act,the final play,
of the last goodbye,
and the kiss of death..
Never was I given any deliverence...
Wow...I'm blown away. I took longer to actually reply to your post because I wanted to take the proper time to sit down and appreciate the delicate intricacies of your poetry and actually be able to articulate a proper response.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny because to your last post I was going to reply saying that I respect you wanting to stay anonymous but I would love to hear your own words, seeing that even within your feedback on mine you have gifted me with such a myriad of beautiful visualizations and images. I'm glad you shared this, and no, no over treading at all, I don't often find poetry that I can really be moved by, at least not these days, though one of my favourites is Pablo Neruda, so it's wonderful to read something that can move me to such great heights, I find it truly inspiring to read such works from others. Please feel free to share whenever you would like, my thirsty eyes will soak up your words.
"Scenes,screams filling my heart,
a desiderium possessing improbabilities..
Take a shine to,but need not separate,
my onyx shadow,there behind me.."
Haunting...yet even in it's heaviness it possesses some delicate quality. Separation and angst but yet the impossible is shunned, improbable and yes still possible. Beautiful.
Also your vibes are very distinct, it's relatively easy to pick out your energy, you are very you, if that makes any sense.
to construct an answer at this point is proving to be quite difficult..and you honour me with such praise,almost to the point it makes me feel not worthy of them..I like your analytical skills and the undertone of sensuality in them.if this was an audience within physical proximity i would have chosen to bow.. =]
ReplyDeleteOn a side note,the ending of your speech,brings about a tingly memory.. i have something you might adore,enlighten me with the options i may possess to share it with you.
Deleteoh, you definitely deserve the praise. our writing styles are same same but different. you have very strong energy in your visualizations, and you artfully apply them in a very vividly evocative way.
Deleteit's funny how we both analyze each others words to each other as well, absorbing in every word and turning it over.
you can email me at maya.nadeem@gmail.com, if there is any other way you can think of let me know? i would love to behold what you have to share and i'm very pleased (i was going to say honoured but considering both of us have used that word numerous times by this point...)that you would choose to share it with me.
when i say our writing styles are same same but different, i feel that there is a certain essence in them that is similar, a vibration that resonates if you will...yet the actual execution of the words is different...if that makes any sense? i'm not sure i'm explaining myself very well there.
DeleteIndeed..though it may be a wad bit musical i d say its more like a chord..pair up one note with the other and it becomes profoundly more powerful..like two parallel ray of sun light originating from one point but shoot outwards and wide as soon as they enter the void of earth's atmosphere.."forgive me if i donot make sense at this point"..and i completely understand your point.and surely you shall be receiving a mail..for now..
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