Circle of Life
a poem
My unheard voice
echoes
from blank walls, now
set free
toward the empty horizon
seen through the window
each day, it's
filled with sun or rain.
There's nothing to be found here, only
salty tears shed for what's lost
sprinkled onto memories, now past.
I wipe them away with these aching hands.
My mind is content with housework.
I'm happier doing chores than ever before.
Now, with all the unpleasant smells removed,
the place feels wonderful
almost like Christmas with its festivities,
roasted chestnuts and mulled wine.
But there's something beyond this
fleeting relief fades
making way for a steady flow,
like a chugging train,
carrying me back to the past,
where everything began and finished so fast.
This place feels reborn now
where wisteria should grow,
if the weather weren't so harsh.
From the very beginning,
our history unfolds,
a mix of truth and emotion,
moving between the past, future, and fantasy,
a cycle that must continue
no matter the circumstances.
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...
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Comments (7)
"My unheard voice / echoes / from blank walls, / now" —I love this line and enjambment. Great opening. I came back to this poem. It has a nice flow,(musical) and gently brings in the holidays before the kaos. I can picture someone alone in the spirit getting the house ready for the season, and pleasantly happy doing it.
This is such a beautiful description of a transition! I loved "each day, it's filled with sun or rain" reffering to the unheard voice - it's so gorgeously creative! I also loved "I'm happier doing chores than ever before." - there's something tragic in that - I know I went a bit far with the word choice, but there's something sad albeit lovely, grounding in loving doing chores. Lastly, wisterias grow lavishly in my childhood's neighborhood, I really love this flower, and it is indeed a symbol of renewal for me at least too :)
There's so much cosines in your poem, spices with a dash of unease coming from this cycle that must continue,no matter what. I loved how you break the lines!
Love the tone and rhythm in this poem. Creates a powerful emotion.
The imagery of seasons, scent and memory creates a gentle rhythm that mirrors the cycle you describe.
I appreciate that ending beat. Keep it up!
Great Piece!