I hear a
question
»Did you
sleep ok?«
like out of
the blue
I didn't
even know I was awake,
my mind
still puzzled
my skin
slowly fading away
like it's
losing layer after layer
and there's
no way to stop it
how much
more time do I have?
pieces of a
broken china doll
lay on the
table
there is a
flame burning
and it
seems as all the pieces
are coming
together
as I dance,
birds fly
from my
hands in a free motion
and I envy
the freedom at their wings
*
When the temperatures rise, my mind gets confused, thus the poem may be a bit confusing.
def has a surrealness....an almost out of body viewing...of that china doll coming back together as you dance...it makes for some intriguing imagery...almost like a dream...
ReplyDeletehappy sunday natasa
DeleteI think we all envy the birds. Nicely written.
ReplyDeletea nice sketch of words and lines giving voice to a dream flight...
ReplyDeleteConfusing seems the order of the day.
ReplyDeleteMy mind is still in a whirl from the crash and its ghastly consequences.
Nice line drawing. Yours?
a lot of happenings to shake us and confuse us indeed...
Deleteyes, the drawing is mine :)
I very much enjoy this blog, your poetry is so lightly tinted with emotion, like tingles on skin
ReplyDeletethank you for the compliment! :)
DeleteThis has a surreal feel to it, but the emotions are clearly felt.
ReplyDeleteI agree with the surreal, Natasa, but the images are clearly drawn. I like the idea of birds flying with free motion! And, yes, the freedom......
ReplyDeleteLove! Those waking moments when I forget that I am aging are exactly like this. It takes more than an instant to become embodied in this flesh again. Thank you for the birds.
ReplyDeleteI can feel a bit confused when I awake every morning and certainly wish I had the soaring energy of birds.
ReplyDeleteI too envy the freedom of the birds ~ I wish I can fly away on some mornings ~
ReplyDeleteThis does make the reader feel the "grogginess of a dream"...I really like what you did here! Is that your sketch, too? It's wonderful. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeletethank you :) yes, I also did the drawing.
DeleteI agree with everyone :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
I too envy birds that fly! Really loved your poem!
ReplyDeleteI so love "as I dance, birds fly".......
ReplyDeleteambiguous poems are the greatest. why? cause then they have a million or more explanations. :)
ReplyDeleteJamztoma
Jamztoma.blogspot.com
Sometimes, we don't need to know the what in the writing--just the writing is enough-beautifully done!!
ReplyDeleteThis really does seem like waking from a dream -those first moments not sure whether awake or still dreaming - nice - K
ReplyDeletenice sketch, loved it!
ReplyDeleteliked the poem too. surreal, but it's open for interpretation. i am thinking it's about a relationship. :)
Surreal and very dreamlike, but marries itself well with the image,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
beautiful sketch..and a beautiful poem too..very intriguing ..loved it :)
ReplyDeleteI have always wished we had wings....;) Lovely write and sketch.
ReplyDeleteYour words are beautiful! I look forward to reading more :)
ReplyDeleteNatasa,
ReplyDeleteI like the movement between surreal and the reality of seeing it all...A beautiful glimpse at that other world.
Eileen