Evaporating in Waves

 

A great deal of upward movement today,

Sky is open and juggling light.

Until a night short passed, this went amiss;

Lack of colour: water seemed wrung from heaven’s cloth.

Backbone did deplore the gravity.

 

But for the first part of each day

All is somewhat numbed and jumbled.

By the third, the sun ascends and exceeds.

Slightest spirit-twinge is forgotten.

Full flex and deepest breath

To pinch senses -an earthquake.

 

The Whole of life is hoisted

Pulled by a myriad invisible strings

- Thoughts evaporating in waves.

Vision hazes to

Trick the mind –pain is a trailing anchor!

By night dream and take the weight

On-board

I spend the morning laughing at inconsequence.

Reviews

[Samith Pich]

A really really good poem. I'm impressed by how you deal with light, colour and tone - how light juggles, water is wrung leaving less colour. There is a lot of space for the reader to expand into 'upward movements', jumbling, ascending. flexing and hoisting. Not sure why you capitalised the W in whole, and the title is passable.

The poem is airy yet deep. Thanks for sharing

Samith

[SilentVerses]

Wonderful, the voice that comes through holds strength in its words, words that stand straight in the sun illuminated and haloed by a myriad of colours they change and are interwoven within one another, beautifully written with images that dance before eyes and implore of each other whether clarity is present. Like it.

[Emily B]

I'm having a hard time this morning determining the inconsequential. Maybe I'll have better luck tomorrow. . .

These words remind me somewhat of Emily Dickinson. An artful write that speaks to my soul today.