At midnight
When half the world is asleep,
The prying eyes of the nocturnal owl
Stay alert for mice dozing undergrownds.
.
A turtle slowly prowls in a swamp
Disturbing the resting fishes
On the shallow waters.
.
Somewhere, you are confined
Asleep in your room dreaming.
While I stay awake questioning.
.
Am I part of your dreams tonight?
Would I take part in your life
When you awake in the morning?
.
The night ends
With the owl catching no mice.
The fishes has gone to The deeps,
But the turtle hasn’t reach where ’tis going.
Just like me with my doubts never fading.
.
But nevertheless always wishing
That one day I’d stop questioning
And to The deeps I’d just let the fishes
Swim.
Fish Of Mind, oil on canvas, 30×38 By: Jeques B. Jamora, 2007
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The Deeps is the English term for the Hebrew Tehom, found in the opening verses of the Book of Genesis. It is believed by Biblical scholars to come from the Sumerian word Tiamat, the name given to the Salt Water, and means “The Mother of All Life”, (from Sumerian “Ti” = Life, “Ama” = Mother), a title that in the Bible was later given to Eve. (”And the man called his wife’s name Eve, because she was the mother of all living” – (Genesis 3:20).
There is such a sweet, restful elegance about swimming fish. Your first pic, with the detail of long tails on the fish, highlights that feeling. Just beautiful!
Love the rich feeling in your words to complement the paintings.
I love this, Jeques. It really evokes a mood and is restful, too.
You are such a talented painter….i find the aquarium, fish, the ocean – all of it quite serene. and you captured it here beautifully both on canvas and word.
beautiful color of blue… as if the calm calls out in from the deep… in the night missing someone wishing the nearness of them…
Jeques, this is such o lovely post. Your pictures and the sentiments expressed in your words are just perfect.
You paint this? I love it!
jeques, this is a wonderful poem. Indirect yet powerful metaphors and I can feel the emotion of longing and great sadness of love not being returned. I can symphatise with you on this one. Such a sorrow if we are trying to hold to the make-believing. Is it worth the wait and wondering? And letting go is just so hard to do.