Thursday, April 15, 2021

Is It A Dream - Or Madness

Vintage, Book Illustration, Literature, Shakespeare
courtesy of Pixabay

 

Is it a dream or madness that keeps

me searching for pieces of you

in the dark crevices of my wandering

mind

 

our words once danced off the pages

of a too tightly bound composition

book...nouns and verbs forming

poetic free verse

 

there's a hole in my heart, my soul weary

has love fallen into the shadowy

abyss of yesterday

 

last night out in the universe,  I heard

your voice,  I followed the melody

beyond the stars and there you were

twinkling in the cosmic sky

 

I wonder, did you feel me reaching for

you from this bed of restlessness, tossing

and turning with the hands of time

 

on another plane, I composed a lyrical

note sealed it with a kiss,  a song from

me to you inked in the heavens for

eternity from my lips to god's ear

 

Is it a dream or madness that keeps

me searching for pieces of you

in the dark crevices of my wandering

mind

 

linking with earthweal

8 comments:

  1. One of your most beautiful poems, my friend. It is not madness. Some loves are so beautiful, we forever yearn for that lost brightness. Sigh. I love " I followed the melody beyond the stars and there you were twinkling in the night."

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  2. Madness is a way through, like grief or depression -- it moves the soul to find surer foundations - as the old shamans found out, sometimes it works. Sorry you have to seek so but the poetry is finding nuggets of something picking in the dust. And like Sherry says, love is not madness, though its rainbow is frightening...

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  3. This is such a stunning poem! Madness and love are related, linked to passion and obsession, it’s sometimes hard to differentiate, and who knows what we will find in the dark crevices of the mind. The swift shift from the lightness of ‘our words once danced off the pages’ to the ‘shadowy abyss of yesterday’ emphasises how quickly situations change.

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  4. We are always trying to find all the missing pieces to the puzzle. If that is madness, all of humanity is mad.

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  5. yearning is not easy to switch off...

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  6. I feel your yearning in these words: I too have searched the stars for fragments of love, and occasionally found them!

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