dark clouds
with rain
have been
clogging the night
but you
believe the daytime
will
scatter them away
yet when
you gaze at the possible future
a certain
feeling of unease washes you over
like a fire
in the stomach
that no
amount of water will put out
watching
monsters grow out of their shape
as you
count sheep,
but some
idea won't let you sleep
yet you
can't find out,
how to
write it down
the fear
soon catches your eyes – so alienated
in the city
of skyscrapers
there is no
place like home
down the
fountain of dreams
you dropped
a torch
bumping
against the walls of caged reality
casting
beams, distorting dreams, waking up giants
the ground
on which we roam
cracking
from underneath
steps we
take between tragedy and comedy
every heart
a lonely survivor -
a beholder who
knows the essence
*
Oh, this was so good, Nataša. I've had nights like these.
ReplyDeletePowerful poem!
ReplyDeleteYour imagery suggests the unknown fears we struggle against. We tread lightly in fear of waking the giants.
ReplyDeleteI know this feeling, you have described it well :)
ReplyDelete"every heart a lonely survivor -a beholder who knows the essence" so true.. :) Beautiful write Natasa!
ReplyDeleteBest wishes
Ankita
powerful and effective
ReplyDelete...every heart a lonely survivor --- i like that.... the whole piece seemed like a familiar scene most of us used to have...smiles
ReplyDeleteSteps are taken between comedy and tragedy a life commentary
ReplyDeleteYou have we really captured feelings well in this poem, Natàsa. Sometimes the unease is overpowering. But the heart finds a way. Yes, the heart IS a survivor.
ReplyDeleteIt's too good a poem. Yes, we often feel uneasy about what the future is going to be and in the end it's often every man for himself.
ReplyDeleteSo powerful words..like this one.
ReplyDeletei was thinking more along the lines of things we do not respect...the great giant being the earth itself awakening to swat us for abusing her...
ReplyDeletei like that you saw that!
DeleteI have too many nights like this, choked with ideas yet desperate to sleep.
ReplyDeleteyou put those dark hours of the night into powerful words... well done...
ReplyDeleteLovely with a perfect close.
ReplyDeleteI specially like this line too : every heart a lonely survivor ~ Happy Sunday ~
ReplyDeleteNice "capture" of the experience ...flight in dreams teaches me to land softly. :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
What a wonderful and amazing poem. I love the "waking up giants" and, especially, every heart "a beholder who knows the essence". Glorious writing.
ReplyDeleteI find the title is perfect! One thing we certainly do not care to do is wake up giants. A situation I could definitely identify with.
ReplyDeletesteps we take between tragedy and comedy
ReplyDeleteevery heart a lonely survivor -
a beholder who knows the essence
These lines just stayed with me--so many times we hide our internal struggles or bury them somewhere---lovely capture of this feeling for me--
bumping against the caged walls of reality that is a powerful image..I enjoyed your poem..
ReplyDeleteNatasa,
ReplyDeleteWe all would hope that those giants would continue to rest, undisturbed. Dreams can take us in all directions.
Eileen
Vivid words make for vivid feelings...we can all relate,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
It's the big ideas that are scariest but that the world needs/seeks. Just because they're giant doesn't make them monstrous. I guess we just have to be careful which ones we awaken.
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