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Broken Compass
So it begins again...Just as sure as clockwork of past memories flooded the mind. A condition of senses like drowning, overflowing, and unable to breath. Time has no start...Time has no end...Time knows your death, your lay of rest. Last rays of light unraveling towards the fortress of the sun. Ebbing sunset turns to dusk...Warmth of day, downward of goodbyes, the sun exits the sky...Sinking from earth...Alpha it births...The Darken Night.
Caught in the quiet...Quiet is the breeze caught in the winds of change. Still is the night...Moonless & dark...Stars are far. This desolation of evening, a loneliness made for me, as the tall pines agree. I'm an alien of a forgotten forest..Wooded & dense, a thick camouflaged of watching shadows accepts & wants me. Bringing my shortcomings, blemishes & vices of sins...They welcome me openly as a novice of a friend.
My vessel is no longer adrift & has landed a place I hope to dwell in. Foreign my feet touch soft sand, of an unknown land. Fresh start...New beginning...The "Once about a Time" propelling on blank white pages...Craving with urgent hunger & need for the black ink to spill the words of a panorama further view to dream.
Caught in the quiet...Quiet is the breeze caught in the winds of change. Still is the night...Moonless & dark...Stars are far. This desolation of evening, a loneliness made for me, as the tall pines agree. I'm an alien of a forgotten forest..Wooded & dense, a thick camouflaged of watching shadows accepts & wants me. Bringing my shortcomings, blemishes & vices of sins...They welcome me openly as a novice of a friend.
My vessel is no longer adrift & has landed a place I hope to dwell in. Foreign my feet touch soft sand, of an unknown land. Fresh start...New beginning...The "Once about a Time" propelling on blank white pages...Craving with urgent hunger & need for the black ink to spill the words of a panorama further view to dream.
Published 30th Oct 2023
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A difficult situation to really absorb and live...Excited with a dream to recite & give freely !!!
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Very unique, expressive, metaphorical, and heartfelt. I can imagine myself in the transitioning directions of the coursing theme. Very emotional and vicarious (to me) as well. Such is a common condition by which we human beings know and understand in how to relate - darkness and finding the path to light and freedom. The willpower to conquer and overcome the past offers a new perspective and beginning, as the journey seems it has always begun, but you're only just beginning, in time. Anyway, thanks for sharing. Also, I like the language you used to describe the wind.
31st Oct 2023 2:21am
Thank you for taking the time to read my words of line...It means alot to me...This gift is surely a present of encouragement.
30th Oct 2023 5:27am
31st Oct 2023 2:22am
24th Nov 2023 11:36pm
When Robert Frost was interviewed a couple of years before he died, he was asked what he had learnt about life. He replied "it goes on".
He was perhaps referring to life going on after he died but for those who've experienced a crash/tragedy and are still here, there comes a time to 'go on' oneself, to find meaning and purpose and motivation again. I thought your poem captured this journey of transition honestly and true to the human condition.
He was perhaps referring to life going on after he died but for those who've experienced a crash/tragedy and are still here, there comes a time to 'go on' oneself, to find meaning and purpose and motivation again. I thought your poem captured this journey of transition honestly and true to the human condition.
25th Nov 2023 6:16pm
Thank you for reading my lines & mostly understanding my lay of words & my meaning behind them.
23rd Mar 2024 2:55am
This prose exudes a profound sense of introspection and longing, painting a vivid picture of the human experience grappling with memory, transition, and the unknown. The imagery of the sunset yielding to darkness, the quietude of the night, and the metaphorical journey into a forgotten forest all contribute to a rich tapestry of emotions and themes.
The use of language is evocative, with phrases like "drowning, overflowing, and unable to breathe" capturing the overwhelming nature of memory and sensation. The contrast between the warmth of day and the loneliness of night underscores the theme of transition and new beginnings.
The imagery of the forest as a welcoming yet haunting place, accepting flaws and vices, adds depth to the exploration of identity and belonging. The notion of starting anew on "blank white pages" with the desire for the "black ink to spill" symbolizes the creative impulse and the yearning for expression and transformation.
Overall, this piece invites reflection on the cyclical nature of life, the passage of time, and the human quest for meaning and connection. It resonates with a sense of melancholy, but also with the hope and possibility inherent in new beginnings.
The use of language is evocative, with phrases like "drowning, overflowing, and unable to breathe" capturing the overwhelming nature of memory and sensation. The contrast between the warmth of day and the loneliness of night underscores the theme of transition and new beginnings.
The imagery of the forest as a welcoming yet haunting place, accepting flaws and vices, adds depth to the exploration of identity and belonging. The notion of starting anew on "blank white pages" with the desire for the "black ink to spill" symbolizes the creative impulse and the yearning for expression and transformation.
Overall, this piece invites reflection on the cyclical nature of life, the passage of time, and the human quest for meaning and connection. It resonates with a sense of melancholy, but also with the hope and possibility inherent in new beginnings.
