each day won’t stay to last just as bright
it does always end in the darkness of night
as the dawning brings along
…the misty morning light
the twilight slowly wiping out
…every vision and sight
like the rhythms and rhymes that ink my pen
to invade the heart, and to feel what is written
every thought that evokes
…and awakens the mind
would leave no shadows
…nor traces behind
gone with the days that come and go
swift as the wind and the river that flow
into nowhere
…in the midst of nothingness
no beats or rhythms exist
…only silence of emptiness
from the air, there was breathlessness
the wind embraces with freezing coldness
in brittle fingers
… laid this pen to rest
to ink the last
… doing all at its best
so, when i lay my body in the bosom of the earth
i leave my words in the beautiful fantasy of myth
i am here, had ink my first… and to ink the last…
in acrylic painting by suzette portes san jose
An evocative and insightful work.
thank you, dear admin… it flows from the heart to the fingers and to the tip of the pen… always a soul reaching out to commune even after we are done living… 🙂
An exquisite monologue.Lovely artwork.
sometimes we opt to speak out in silence and let our heart flows with the rhythm and rhymes… thank you dear VijayNair 🙂
Awesome realistic poem!
thank you, my friend… we face the reality of life each day that we exist, we dance with the wind, drift with the flow and to our soul a whispering prayer to heaven as we write and live… 🙂