trees are
monsters when one treads in the darkness
I tried to
reach you, but there was only an illustrious fog
queen of
the night glowing, creating a dream-like scenery
the ocean
before me all familiar, but it tastes somewhat more ripe
and I
stopped, despite the fact that I haven't reached my destination
my eyes
drawn to the walking stick left behind
its' owner
went away on a final departure, like a falling star
we each
take the life we were given, try to make it our own
fill it
with days when we're flying towards infinity
that
everlasting light flickering somewhere we can't see
but the
yearning to find it comes deep from the ribs
*
Love the imagery, the trees as monsters, the walking stick left behind, falling stars and flickering lights.
ReplyDeletesorry you have had a tough week...its good to see you, regardless...
ReplyDeletei like the taking of that life and making it what we will...and that yearning...
So true that we each take the life we were given and try to make it our own. Somehow we DO try to make sense of it...however we can. And, yes, the yearning comes from the depths of our being.
ReplyDeleteI was most struck by those lines too - "we each take the life we were given and try to make it our own." Great write, Natasa.
ReplyDeleteNatasa,
ReplyDeleteReaching upwards for something we expect gives more hope. Trying to find our own place in this life...Inspiring.
Eileen
I'm with you on the trees as monsters... I'm reminded of Snowwhite running through the woods... or the hobbits being eaten by the willow man...
ReplyDeleteGreat title for this poem, Natasá! "we each take the life we were given, try to make it our own" - we do indeed and it is both a wonderful and daunting task.
ReplyDeleteHi Natasa, what a stunning opening line! And generally a great evocation of the yearning to feel more complete - brave and rewarding work to read - Thankyou... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
ReplyDeletelovely imagery, the walking stick left behind, it reminds me of those that are lost
ReplyDeleteI, like others, really noticed the walking stick left behind. How incredibly ominous, great snippet of "yikes, others are gone."
ReplyDeleteI love poetry that makes me reassess my perception of the known world. Your opening line really did that for me. Superb poetry.
ReplyDeleteI have that yearning, even after companions on the path depart. I wonder about the trees, whether they can become more friendly in time.
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