Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Transitional Tides

The muddy river laps
Banks full of moss and rods full of rust
That lead to the alleys of stonechips and dung
With shadows of dilapidated walls.

Nursed on the mysteries of enchanting dreams
That float through the weavings of
Time, space and texts
I'm stranded and dulled as abrogated piers
Where spiders and cobwebs now sulk.

Shuttling among waves full of hyacinth and filth
I mend my old hull and haul up my sails
And wait for the flickers from lighthouse of faith
Moored among still-distant shores.

16 comments:

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

enjoyed!

oldegg said...

What a great second verse. Most impressive!

Claudia said...

oh i do hope that you're gonna find that new tides and fresh waters...good to have the sails set..

J Cosmo Newbery said...

I would have thought spiders 'skulk'.

Mary said...

Great images here, Abin. I especially like 'lighthouse of faith.' Yes, that is the thing we need to show us the way.

Brother Ollie said...

hyacinth and filth - so true - sad, but authentic image

good piece A.C.

Sumana Roy said...

an interesting journey with an aim..love the beautiful imagery used here...

Nataša Dolenc said...

interesting journey..nicely written.

Björn Rudberg said...

What an exquisite handling of the metaphor.. I like rhythm and rhymes, that enhance the description of the sluggish river.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is very beautiful, Abin. Lovely imagery. I especially like the wait "for the flickers from lighthouse of faith.

Grace said...

I specially like the turn in this part:

And wait for the flickers from lighthouse of faith
Moored among still-distant shores.

Gorgeous imagery Abin ~

R.K. Garon said...

Five Stars My Friend!
ZQ

Stacy Lynn Mar said...

this is so beautiful...i see so much while reading this poem. i feel as i'm visiting someplace magical. thank you for sharing!

stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/2014/10/saturday-prompt-2-starry-skies-and.html

Enigma said...

Beautiful and vivid. Took me on a dream-like journey through a village. Enjoyed this. :)

G L Meisner said...

Yes, sometime we have to wait for the lighthouse. To know where we are in the world not just the dangers near by. Well written poem.

James Toma said...

the muse in me smiled in delight as i perused your piece. it's that enjoyable!!!