Tepid hues once watercolour dreaming splashed,
dancing in pastels on her blank canvas.
These dreams, a warm, worn bracelet of pearls-
handed down through generations
from mother to daughter
ought to give her the feathers to fly.
Her wings malted,
she chased her Icarus through
unfathomable heat
pursuing her gnarly light,
giving birth to shadowed resonance
when the note was pure.
When nothing remained
but ashes of quest she questioned eternity,
spitting at philosophy with raised middle finger.
Shamed, tired, bitter.
That oasis of tapestry remains
locked in a box
behind blue eyes
that witnessed,
more than they ever dared to dream.
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oh the pain of crushed dreams. A very melancholy, but powerful piece!
Thanks Bryan x
I liked this, how did you mean gnarly ? that word intrigues me there
If Fallen, then quickly rising in song, art, & poetics. Interesting take on the prompt; a very strong message, mantled in both sadness & hope, for we all chase Icarus a time or two, all get burned and plunge back to earthen reality–but yet we persevere, we survive, warming up for our next flight.
Thanks honey x where there is darkness may there always be light x
‘Gnarly’ as in waves – love it. Haven’t heard that word in years. Trust you don’t think it out of order if I follow?
Not at all. Thanks for following x
Crushed hopes and diluted dreams, I love how you weave several metaphors for the same thing and following them through.. the visuals become very clear.
Thank you Bjorn ❤
A poignant poem–hard to lose dreams. Thanks. k.
Nothing wrong with chasing dreams even if the wings malted ~ I admire the use of Icarus in the pursuit of of that gnarly light ~
There is courage in you dear Shan and so much beauty – i.e. truth here. I love the metaphor and especially like the phrase “pursuing her gnarly light” so fresh and yet so vivid. I am so proud of how subtle and well developed your verse is here. You are true poet, a seeker of truth and light and I applaud you and appreciate you. Well done!
the weaving of metaphors is like lattice topped cherry pie–amazing! Why must I always make myself hungry when talking to you? lol
well followed through metaphor shan – i like the ikarus images – the flying and how things can melt in the fire – yet not losing hope as the feathers are still part of the personality, no matter what happened
Thanks Claudia x
“When nothing remained
but ashes of quest she questioned eternity,
spitting at philosophy with raised middle finger.
Shamed, tired, bitter.”
There is such a naked honesty to the words you share, coming from a place deep within. Sometimes life just exhausts us, and threatens to take us down. Gotta hold onto those pearls, the dream. Beautiful, Shân.
Gorgeous writing ! Thankyou too for visiting my site …I will follow !
Beautifully melancholy! 🙂
Thank you my lovely! So good to see you here 🙂