Nebulia

A citizen of parasitic nature is crawling back into my awareness. It absorbs the last mote of my amygdala.

"Recall me, recall me. Reincarnate the spectrum"- Two sentences. Two centuries of megrim.

Every melody was deaf, every colour blind. 

Just a fluctuation of nebula was offered to me. 

I could rise upon every monument of sobriety, but the stones would always collide.

Where is the spectrum? 

How to reincarnate it?

Don't ask me. I couldn't tell.

Every conclusion is pale,every movement out of the rail. 

Every Gorgones of this world is more fortunate.

Without the voice I would whisper against every sound wave. Never scream.

No more screaming. Soften the ruins with a whisper. 

Capture me vivid.

Once more.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

the personification in this line is so intriguing for me ..
"Every melody was deaf, every colour blind. " .. what a fine way to say it .. read your poem thrice and simply had to pause there each time ..
i would beg an authors note on this one .. i went googling quite a bit to attempt to glean a bit more of an understanding .. perhaps it is best left unexplained ... leaving me kind of word mesmerized and wondering ;)) the sense of something more is screaming at me .. so nice one says i .. i am hoooked and reeling start to finish
E.
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[Jeannette Lunete]

Thank you E. for your kind words

[Rene Salinas]

Well by now poeple should have understood you are into micro - fiction If they haven't maybe it is a good time to let them know. A lot of publicity lately what some refer to as micro fiction with macro messages. play on with words it might be but this writing is a perfect example of that opinion. To me the unravelling of the inner world through the metting of a presence and it its telling you to find it in you. How to find the dispposition once more? Well, what a question ... . Half of the time I think we fly blind.

But is the emotion of it so vivid leaving me unsettled on the one hand but also excited to know that although I can't pinpoint it. There is something, something.....

If only I had the right words.

Back to that opinion then:

Micro - fiction with macro messages.

Thank you.

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thanks Rene for this lovely review! :)
It's a contrast to my past writings that I didn't publish on this site. It's not a surprise when micro-time, gives you micro-stories. :)