I arise
in my roomy loft,
After a
night of chasing excesses sought.
Seeking
the rare beauty in pain,
Living on
feels like a bane.
City
makes revelry all night,
As I sink
to swim the depths of my mind.
Storms have
come, storms have gone,
As I swim
for evermore.
Once in
a perturbed state,
I walked
into the city late.
Bright
city neon lights shine,
Trying to
lighten my blackened eyes
Lights
beseeching me hither,
Storms
blowing me thither.
The
light made fantastic claims,
To rid
me of my ails.
I too
join neon revelries shunning the garb of the recluse,
I had a neon bright muse.
In
ephemeral chaos I found uneasy peace
Beauty
never from pain , never at ease.
There
are days I arise,
To yet
again see those neon lights.
Like little
airplanes tied to my toes,
Neon
tries to fly me away from my woes.
There
are days I arise in my roomy loft
Mind full
of excesses sought,
Pain
from beauty in rewind.
Sinking
me into the depths of my mind.
* This poem is about how each time , I think I have found a place for myself on 'the otherside' , the attractive side , with all its flashy lights. Alas, those lights bring pleasure and never truth and beauty. And every time this happens , I learn to accept myself the way I am a bit more and enjoy my solitude a bit more */
* This poem is about how each time , I think I have found a place for myself on 'the otherside' , the attractive side , with all its flashy lights. Alas, those lights bring pleasure and never truth and beauty. And every time this happens , I learn to accept myself the way I am a bit more and enjoy my solitude a bit more */
Very interesting look at the world you live in. Well written.
ReplyDeleteThis world is a veil................
ReplyDeleteI would say those lights would never keep up the promises... Beauty is to be found within...
ReplyDeleteI adore the image of "little airplanes tied to my toes" you have a very distinctive voice
ReplyDeleteYes! I share PKP's comment what a wonderful line.
DeleteZQ
Anything bright and flashy is bound to be a liar! These are the seductive eyes of the city.
ReplyDeleteWhat an enjoyable read this is.
I flowed right with you through the city and lights and when I came to the end, your words touched me deeply....
ReplyDeleteThere are days I arise in my roomy loft
Mind full of excesses sought,
Pain from beauty in rewind.
Sinking me into the depths of my mind.
"Like little airplanes tied to my toes,
ReplyDeleteNeon tries to fly me away from my woes."
I love this view of the potential of neon, that never quite satisfies but continues to trry as a necessary oomph and energy underlying home.
the flashes of lights may drown you at times but your real beauty will still rise...
ReplyDeleteLife really is a growing process. Though we experience the 'city lights' at various times in our life, we often take home the lessons we learn from them. It is in our mind (your last stanza) that we grow.
ReplyDeleteI resonate so much with this poem and your comments after. I recall, in youth, a lot of seeking and venturing out. The true journey was back to myself and the peace found within. We can travel the world, but within is the real journey. Thanks for articulating this so well.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned, as always. Glad to see more readers here. Keep up the good work. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks :) I'm happy to see more readers here too. Thanks to you because usually you've been reading this blog since the early days :)
Delete"the rare beauty in pain"...poignant observation
ReplyDelete"Stay away from the light . . . . but it's so beautiful" came to mind when I read this. Makes me think of a moth to a flame.
ReplyDeleteI think we all would have passed through such phase...
ReplyDeleteBrilliant :)
excellent take on what really is important
ReplyDeletenice ...interesting words!
ReplyDeleteLove the lure of the neon!
ReplyDeletebeautiful! you should have posted this picture too here!
ReplyDeleteI am getting that the soul must sometimes resort to the use of neon signs to attract the attention of the dull westerner , mired in the bog of many distractions ...good one mate
ReplyDeleteHappy new year
Some great lines there:
ReplyDeleteI too join neon revelries shunning the garb of the recluse,
Mind full of excesses sought,
Happy New Year!
It's a beautiful thing - your poem AND solitude.
ReplyDeleteBravo!
~p