Illusive

Illusive

A Poem by Serene Star


Once there was this idea
Light in lilac white

No one knew if it would land
Some mornings it could stand

White butterflies in dance
Tonight it made a home

Upon my window 
it remained

As i sang away the days

Growing beyond its given space
I known it to not escape

White in shadows of light
Hiding beneath given sight

I would count its days
As it always knew mine

It gave with no account
For no one was counting

Loved with no bounds
Given a source amounting to nothing

Often thinking
That it could be returned

Some days heros appeared 
Floating upon skies

Everything that could have happened
Must have crossed this road

For no path was paved in gold
Only in shimmering feathers

Of wishful thoughts
Turning in white 

© 2020 Serene Star


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LJ
Interesting piece! First, I like the idea that the whole thing is about an idea. It seemed so. They can both inspire and hide, and cross roads and look in (or out) windows. And you say "idea" in the first line. (: ...Yet, perhaps there is more here.
Sunlight moves a bit like that, for example -OR- maybe it's all about the moon. I kinda' like that idea a lot, too. The moon, which we gaze at in reveries, and which counts our days, and gives off a white light, sees our wishes, and more.
It could be something simpler, too. A butterfly, a flower, a song, a desire....
So really, I think poems can sometimes work when they make readers work, and believe this is one that works. There are a lot of images to choose between if trying to make a kernel of a subject, but if just read as it is, letting images flow through, it's still very nice and refreshing.
(fyi, I think you have a typo here: "...I known it to not escape...")

Posted 4 Years Ago


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LJ
Interesting piece! First, I like the idea that the whole thing is about an idea. It seemed so. They can both inspire and hide, and cross roads and look in (or out) windows. And you say "idea" in the first line. (: ...Yet, perhaps there is more here.
Sunlight moves a bit like that, for example -OR- maybe it's all about the moon. I kinda' like that idea a lot, too. The moon, which we gaze at in reveries, and which counts our days, and gives off a white light, sees our wishes, and more.
It could be something simpler, too. A butterfly, a flower, a song, a desire....
So really, I think poems can sometimes work when they make readers work, and believe this is one that works. There are a lot of images to choose between if trying to make a kernel of a subject, but if just read as it is, letting images flow through, it's still very nice and refreshing.
(fyi, I think you have a typo here: "...I known it to not escape...")

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautifully expressed write Lovely images coming into the mind ;-]

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful poem and the picture is breathtaking...
to feel ownership of that peace. god willing we all could have these moments...and they could last even longer than the flowers might.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is wonderful as well as beautiful

Posted 4 Years Ago


Serene Star

4 Years Ago

Thank you :)

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Added on June 17, 2020
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Tags: Heaven, angels, white, innocence, love, soul