Along the Coast of Our Reality

Along the Coast of Our Reality

A Poem by Mariah
"

If I had a boyfriend....this is who I'd be talking about. :)

"

 

The hands of time are STOPPING.

 

S l o w i n g ,  t h i s  v e r y  m o m e n t

 

The laws of existence are breaking

Snapping like twigs

The restriction of gravity is melting

Taking anger and hate down with it

 

And all that is left

Is our linked eyes

A stare that sits unbroken

As we slip out of our disguise

 

All that is left

Is the sun below the stars

Invisible but commanding

They reveal who we are

 

All that is left

Is the moon, encased by wispy clouds

Sitting so lightly on its perch

Proof of destruction minus sound

 

All that is left

Is the whisper, almost inaudible within my ear

Eyes closed but wide open

The universe dissolves every fear

 

The walls of limitation are crumbling

And buried within the wreckage is jealousy

The door of suffering is closing

Locking pain and injustice inside

The errors of honesty are imprisoned

Behind bars they will never see

 

And all that is left

Is you and me

Drifting so gently

Along the coast

Of

 our

reality.

© 2008 Mariah


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For me the essence of the poem is "all that is left is our linked eyes, a stare that sits unbroken as we slip out of our disguise" and "eyes closed, but wide open" these words work with your subtitle to help me see the incredible emotion as you connect with your lover, imaginary or not. Leaving all behind to coast in the moment....I want to be there, too.

If not for your subtitle, I would read wider themes into this. It's always good to let the reader go where they wish, but I don't mind going where you took me...

One image that startled me is that of the moon sitting on a perch - birdlike. It's probably because the moon-as-bird metaphor has never taken flight in my mind, moon has always seemed heavier than that, tidal, or of dreams, or mystical, womanly...that sort of thing. I like shifting a bit, although it stopped the flow for me momentarily in this piece.

A deep piece...thank you.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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=O that was awesome!! i really liked it! you have an amazing gift with words, i was remembering some past memories because of it x3 you have a fan out of me ^-^

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A wonderful poem that only shows the strengnth of your very obviouse talent. My ever growing respect and admiration for your abilty is given to few. Having recently ending a relationship with an unworthy mate , I know first hand how real your words are and appriciate the heart felt message. Great piece !

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

For me the essence of the poem is "all that is left is our linked eyes, a stare that sits unbroken as we slip out of our disguise" and "eyes closed, but wide open" these words work with your subtitle to help me see the incredible emotion as you connect with your lover, imaginary or not. Leaving all behind to coast in the moment....I want to be there, too.

If not for your subtitle, I would read wider themes into this. It's always good to let the reader go where they wish, but I don't mind going where you took me...

One image that startled me is that of the moon sitting on a perch - birdlike. It's probably because the moon-as-bird metaphor has never taken flight in my mind, moon has always seemed heavier than that, tidal, or of dreams, or mystical, womanly...that sort of thing. I like shifting a bit, although it stopped the flow for me momentarily in this piece.

A deep piece...thank you.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Good poem. A lovely mixture of nature and personal reality.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow, a powerful pen here. so much enfolded within ,carried in beauty and elegance, mary

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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