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Sunday, 6 July 2014

Poem: China Doll




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
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 When the temperatures rise, my mind gets confused, thus the poem may be a bit confusing.

28 comments:

  1. 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...

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  2. I think we all envy the birds. Nicely written.

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  3. a nice sketch of words and lines giving voice to a dream flight...

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  4. Confusing seems the order of the day.
    My mind is still in a whirl from the crash and its ghastly consequences.
    Nice line drawing. Yours?

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    1. a lot of happenings to shake us and confuse us indeed...
      yes, the drawing is mine :)

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  5. I very much enjoy this blog, your poetry is so lightly tinted with emotion, like tingles on skin

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  6. This has a surreal feel to it, but the emotions are clearly felt.

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  7. I 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......

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  8. Love! 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.

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  9. I can feel a bit confused when I awake every morning and certainly wish I had the soaring energy of birds.

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  10. I too envy the freedom of the birds ~ I wish I can fly away on some mornings ~

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  11. Love your poem and sketch, so artistic :)

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  12. This 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!

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    1. thank you :) yes, I also did the drawing.

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  13. I too envy birds that fly! Really loved your poem!

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  14. I so love "as I dance, birds fly".......

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  15. ambiguous poems are the greatest. why? cause then they have a million or more explanations. :)

    Jamztoma
    Jamztoma.blogspot.com

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  16. Sometimes, we don't need to know the what in the writing--just the writing is enough-beautifully done!!

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  17. This really does seem like waking from a dream -those first moments not sure whether awake or still dreaming - nice - K

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  18. nice sketch, loved it!
    liked the poem too. surreal, but it's open for interpretation. i am thinking it's about a relationship. :)

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  19. Surreal and very dreamlike, but marries itself well with the image,

    Elizabeth

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  20. beautiful sketch..and a beautiful poem too..very intriguing ..loved it :)

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  21. I have always wished we had wings....;) Lovely write and sketch.

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  22. Your words are beautiful! I look forward to reading more :)

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  23. Natasa,

    I like the movement between surreal and the reality of seeing it all...A beautiful glimpse at that other world.

    Eileen

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