Shades of Change

can you explain this emptiness

where once lived plans and dreams and all things big,

when did it change and why

I don't understand.

and when I look back

I'm still the same

although people and places are rearranged

valleys of smiles

lost.

mountains and hues

gone

this must be dust

it happens everytime

something in my eye

those days were

based around happiness

love lived large

and now,

what is this shadow that remains

cotton balls of tenderness,

if only I could believe...

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- this is an incredibly moving piece of poetry, dear alisa... and i adore the brilliance in the expressions "valleys of smiles", "mountains of colour" and "cotton balls of tenderness"... -- i don't know why so many people abandon beautiful hues and settle for an insipid kind of existence... -- there are so many people i once knew who i would not be able to talk to for more than a couple of minutes now... -- it's almost as if they've lost that zest for finding true meaning in life...

[Alisa Js]

Hello from across the way, I know what you mean...

Why would anyone forget or choose to forget the absolute brillance of each day? As each day is a gift... coming down from the heavenlies.... perfect....

That one fact alone is enough for our souls to rejoice... add to the the wonder of life... the mystery of love... the wonder of love...

And yet, yes.. there are those who live their lives full of complaints... bitterness.... emptiness....loneliness....

and why?

This I truly don't understand.

Thanks again for your time and comments..

Alisa ;-)

[. serah .]

-- my privilege, dear alisa... it's lovely to read your poetry and think about life and love with you... and i must say your reply is infinitely poetic... indeed each day is a gift... :)