In The Wilderness
In Response to July Prompt for ‘Life’
“Every one has wishes which he would not like to tell to others, which he does not want to admit even to himself.” ― Sigmund Freud, Dream Psychology: Psychoanalysis for Beginners
She carries the forest in her eyes, The setting sun shares its hues, Dipped in the ocean of blue, She donates her vision, some obscured. Some true.
Strokes of yellow, orange and teal, Paint the world with its Forgotten zeal, They grow roots in the Brown of earth, Stretching the thoughts To reach a berth, Upon the sky where hope floats Where the gust verses they quote,
It calls me near, and I move — The lure of unknown hold my fort, I tread the path, the greens greet, In its depth I lose my feet, Rustle of the fallen, brown and brittle, Making melody, crushed, they tickle, Whistle of the wild in wilderness blow, Demonic faces lark, wolves come in toe,
I am lost…..I lose my way, Anxiety gripping, fixed to earth I stay, Cream of the sky, make entry in grace, Torches me to the end of the race, I try ‘n run, the path untraced Motionless, tangled in the maze,
And I bump on a gush of colour collage, A fuzzy voice tells me its a mirage……..
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I wake up startled, Sight lands on my TV screen — My adenium* outside looks at me keen, Shiny beads clumsy, spread on forehead thick, Sweaty palm grab the remote quick, My bowl of Ramen needs a reheat, Channels always play news on repeat,
The last time I checked it was Donetsk screaming, Now tell me one thing —
Was I dreaming?!
In response to Yana’s tag in her Life Newsletter #16,”what emotion does Art evoke in you?”, with Ali and her beautiful painting.
Thank you Coffee Times and team of editors here, namely Winston Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles Yana Bostongirl Ashley Sarah-Jane W. 💙 Noorain Ali for helming a place for interesting stories.
Thank you everyone for your visit and engagement.But can’t go before sharing this season’s happiness — my *Adenium
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