Right, I’m not actually at all sure whether Romantic Monday is still going on but I still want to give you the love you deserve. So you’re getting a poem from me anyway.
This one is not just about love, it’s also about asking. Why is it so hard to ask for help when you’re in need, why is so scary to voice your inner dreams? Have you ever thought about that? Is it because it makes you vulnerable? If so, why is it bad to be vulnerable?
It’s tempting to keep on rambling about this poem because somehow it feels particularly important to me. But since I did the asking, I’m going to leave the answering to you.
So do you dare to call out to your dreams, do you dare to listen to yourself and voice yourself this coming year? What do you wish for when the fireworks burst at midnight?
Scarlet blush
When my expressions
Become splintered
Like a thinning lint of a cloud
Ripped down, torn away
From the shining canvas above
When all the lines of my skin rest limb
Emaciated out of emotion
When they have given up running
Tingles down my spine, searching
For the prickling electricity of human touch
Will you come then to rescue me
Will you trace those lines alive
Dive deep into me and push apart
That skinny ice, that crippling
Cobweb veil covering my stilled eyes
Will you find and gather
All the loose ends of love we’ve scattered
Will you plant them around our hearts
Sew them into a lacy wallpaper where
The escaped threads of our souls entwine
Till they grow into a shelter
A shielding ivy cottage and look
All the tulips bending their bashful necks
Blossoming into bright scarlet blush
When we move together…
Wishing you all a lovely New Year! And peace and love, as always.
Mortals in this being itself are both vulnerable N strong I guess. Delving into myself will lead me to a kind of chaos which at the same time will push me to come out of my comfort zones and without doubts it needs a world of effort from my part to reach finally into lucidity. Maybe to bypass all these, we may bury all our dreams, and inner voice.
Well, well, I think u like the word expression very much hmm?? Met it here as well
Yeah it certainly is easier to just float through your life and focus on the sensible, safe choices. And there’s nothing wrong with sensible in a way, but if it means you have to bury your dreams it can get very exhausting in a long haul. The most panicky thing for me is probably that life is full of choices and I want them all but I know there is no way I can ever experience the whole spectrum. I’m trying to learn how to remain excited about seeing life and travelling and still be content in the present moment.
This poem was a sequel to my “Be free” post in a way, it was sparked off by it. I was thinking how we should address ourselves when we struggle, how we should trust ourselves and remain faithful, believe that good will come again even if we feel tired/sad/lonely etc. But that’s only one way of seeing the poem, that’s why I didn’t want to explain it in the actual post. Now everyone can form their own visions and meanings.
And haha yeah, I see where you’re coming from.
Sometimes, we will of course think as like that philosopher: “choice is a curse” If there’s no choice we would be happy with the existing option alone
Remain excited is good, but i want to add one more to it: be spontaneous to life.
You words explain you as a hardcore believer of positivism
How abt positivism through negativism?? Did u ever encounter such a situation hmm??
Truth stalkers is what I produced inspired by this wonderful discussion we’ve had and of course by your story! I hope you like… whethet it’s the positivism through negativism you talked about I’m not sure but there is some darker moments in it. But life wins, life always tends to I find.
“Will you come then to rescue me
Will you trace those lines alive
Dive deep into me and push apart
That skinny ice, that crippling
Cobweb veil covering my stilled eyes”
Love, love, LOVE this stanza!
Thank you so much, I’m really grateful when people read my words but when they feel them enough to comment, wow. You’re making me beam here.