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in silence
I awake, like thousand times before
conversations
I keep unfolding with made-up faces
storms we
create with stories we tell ourselves
the truth we
find to be ice cold and lies covering like dust
we fail to
keep the magic locked up
it disappears
as if someone was shooting arrows at it
human voice
becomes fragile against the tide of time
through a
frozen forest I can still hear an echo of your voice
despite the
deafening silence separating us
so lost and
forgotten, yet it brings back the memories
of your
touch, that sweet burning of the cheeks
I'd chase
the starlight to hear you breathe
it's enough
to stop the world spinning
the breath
of life, which clings to us
we sell it
for less or worship it for more
until we
stumble and we fall
against
that endless space between
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It's such an intense poem. I can only imagine the strength of the love that can enable one to hear the 'echo of the voice through a frozen forest' I really enjoyed reading this :)
ReplyDeleteI love the way the thoughts flowed from line to line. Some very passionate expressions. I really liked the lines:
ReplyDeletethe breath of life, which clings to us
we sell it for less or worship it for more...
I am always impressed by the way you bring the verse to conclusion.
ReplyDeleteThe setting of the scene in the first few words, the tale woven from there on to the ending with that endless space between creates an evocative effect. Well-penned.
-HA
very intense and powerful thoughts
ReplyDeleteTo hear an echo of a voice...despite the silence separating: This is a very vivid image. Your poem gives me a feeling of loneliness, sadness as I read it. And at the end I feel myself falllllinnnnggg.
ReplyDeletei'd chase starlight to hear you breathe...that line caught me...and then the selling it for less or worshipping for more...there is a truth in that that gave me pause natasa
ReplyDeleteThe last six lines were quite lovely and moving.best part of the poem.
ReplyDeleteYou know 'storms we create with stories we tell ourselves' hit me vigorously. I must confess that I have created several such storms. Lovely poem Natasa, I could really associate myself with this.
ReplyDeleteSweet!
ReplyDeleteZQ
I like the deep longing....and the star image..
ReplyDeleteThere is such sadness here, especially in the last several lines--it seems inevitable--the loss
ReplyDelete"I'd chase the starlight to hear you breathe
ReplyDeleteit's enough to stop the world spinning" so many beautiful lines woven through this poem.
Very powerful expression of loss and loneliness! Your poem made me wonder about what created the loss in the first place.
ReplyDeleteO. this is divine.. though sad.. I can see many reasons for those nightly voices.. both haunting and comforting... Somehow I feel a tone of regret in your nightly visits... Intense it is --- I agree
ReplyDeleteNatasa, these are so lovely verses. sad, but still romantic.
ReplyDelete"the truth we find to be ice cold" : oh, wow! :)
Natasa,
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed, 'the endless space between,' that causes the separation and the restlessness. Loved the sadness and yet the desire for hope.
Eileen
A very passionate write. And the gentle flow of your thoughts is quite engaging. It's as if making the reader feel like the one singing in your poem. Lovely! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteI am enchanted by the way your poem opens and closes - and in between is sheer beauty.
ReplyDeleteI'd chase the starlight to hear you breathe - I like this part ~ Your voice is very passionate ~
ReplyDeleteFlowing nicely...the last 3 lines...oh, not necessarily we have to fall ...it's all depen how we call things happened...they always can be just lessons, so next time- better try...~ powerful poem.
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