Mid-Air: my poem that inspired my daily photo-blog for the month of February, 2012
Mid-Air
(prologue)
The curtain of the night drops.
The howling of the wind
That echoes in the canyon
Cloaked the silence of closure.
Heaven sends its final greeting
In the form of raindrops
Kissing hope
Goodnight.
~
(act one)
Where do I start, or
Did it ever end?
Words left me, or
Was I?
Should I pick up from where I left, or
Simply move by?
Had I left the palette black, or
Was it white, or
Simply the absence of colors ~
My absence.
A temporary recluse,
A self-exile from
My drawing board,
My writing table.
The easel put away,
As I lament
A closure of the page.
A quiet epilogue
Amidst the fading light
And sound Of the rain
At twilight.
(act two)
The heart begins to pound.
A sign of life
Among the rabbles
Like walking dead
With no direction
Lost
(In the dark streets to nowhere)
And found.
Signs of the bread crumbs
Leading home
Are apparent
As the sun breaks
Through the ridges;
Tapering the edges of the shadow.
The sweet mist of last night’s rain
Kissed the deserted page
Where words will begin to form again
Like spring sprouts
That would bring splashes
Of colors
And rapturous sounds
To a heart coming back to life.
~
(epilogue)
Where things end,
And where they begin is undefined.
Where I stopped
And when I begin is not known to me.
Everyday I awake,
I breath.
That’s what I know.
If I Just Lay Here
Spring, summer, fall, winter . . .
It’s interesting to see how the seasons help us evolve to become the best version of the person that we are.
jeques
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