I walk in the shadows-
there’s a slight rustle of the leaves
overhead.
the sun touches my foot-steps
through the smog,
evanescent,
there’s a slight rustle of the leaves
behind me.
the cloud breaks open to reveal
the spillage of blue, her eyes
trace the contours of my existence.
numb thoughts are strewn on my path,
the world is asleep and I, awake.
so let the winds be, let me be.
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Image source: LIGHTS AND SHADOWS — PALETTE KNIFE Oil Painting On Canvas By Leonid Afremov
Linking it up with Poets United Midweek Motif- Tranquility.
This is Poem # 4 for my 30 Days, 30 Poems Challenge.
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LOVE! the leaves above and behind lead to the best kind of breakthrough–“her eyes / trace the contours of my existence.” I have felt the numbness, but to also feel alive! Pleasant or not, silent and alone.
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And sometimes, that’s all that you need.
Thank you kindly for sharing words. 🙂
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the cloud breaks open to reveal
the spillage of blue, her eyes
trace the contours of my existence.
Gorgeous writing 🙂
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I think some of the most tranquil moments occur when the world seems to be asleep but I am not. It is then that there is the most absolute quiet imaginable. I enjoyed all the details you included….especially the rustling of the leaves!
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Feel the peace….like your fresh outlook and the way words flow…nice to read you again, Anmol.
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Loved the details that you’ve included in the poem. Serene!
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I especially love “the world is asleep, and I awake.” It is always nice to feel alone, observing the sleeping world.
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Captures that ethereal dreamy tone so well…Love the way the blue of eyes works in your poem captivating! Thank you, for visiting me!!
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Just being there observing, melding in with natural world, what a treat that is. Great poem.
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To get out of what we call the “natural” flow of modern life is therapeutic in a way.
Thank you, sir, for your kind feedback.
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The rustle of leaves … sigh … can really be transcendent, I think – almost as if the universe is reaching out to you. A beautifully rendered piece.
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Indeed. Thank you. 🙂
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I enjoyed the detail you have put in this. The painting is lovely as well. Thank you for commenting on my poem as well.
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Sadness and beauty coexist well here. I like “sunlight touches my footsteps through the smog.”
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Tender words Anmol. Serenity as the world sleeps.
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Thank you, my friend. 🙂
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Welcome
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Walking in the shadows can feel very lonely – a halfway place between awake and asleep…alive..or not…sometimes we need to be set free to find out what we would really choose
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And that’s the prize and price of that.
Thank you for sharing words. 🙂
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These are such beautiful words!
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Beautiful, I especially enjoyed this image : the spillage of blue.
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