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:
enjoyed!
What a great second verse. Most impressive!
oh i do hope that you're gonna find that new tides and fresh waters...good to have the sails set..
I would have thought spiders 'skulk'.
Great images here, Abin. I especially like 'lighthouse of faith.' Yes, that is the thing we need to show us the way.
hyacinth and filth - so true - sad, but authentic image
good piece A.C.
an interesting journey with an aim..love the beautiful imagery used here...
interesting journey..nicely written.
What an exquisite handling of the metaphor.. I like rhythm and rhymes, that enhance the description of the sluggish river.
This is very beautiful, Abin. Lovely imagery. I especially like the wait "for the flickers from lighthouse of faith.
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 ~
Five Stars My Friend!
ZQ
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
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Beautiful and vivid. Took me on a dream-like journey through a village. Enjoyed this. :)
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.
the muse in me smiled in delight as i perused your piece. it's that enjoyable!!!
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