Drift Away

 

 

 

 

 

Drift Away

 

　

　

　

What wonder there is,

in even the simplest of things;

those quietudes of purity oft

tempered with the complexity,

of tangled skin and intricacy.

 

Like a smile, you can only read,

goose bumps from someone

you never even met,

or the flight of an invisible kite

high up in the clouds

tethered by only a thread of trust

and some slippery, grip of faith.

 

Its funny how the special person

can make it seem like you’ve almost

been sightless and deaf all your life,

how the colors in music

now almost blind your ears,

how the melody of a sunrise

now almost silences your eyes,

how every moment begins

with so much more meaning,

and how every instance yet

has so much more loneliness,

because you now live in

the land of I wonders,

and, what ifs?

 

I don’t know.

 

Its everything you wanted

that you never even knew,

and, its everything you didn’t want

that you were afraid, to ever know.

 

Ahh, the balance of being.

And, this broken ruled, equity

of impermanence.

 

I never felt how the tongue of tides

reached deep, inside

the mouths of rivers that empty yet,

in stride into the sea,

until I met you.

 

Nor how the blustery

of vicissitudes could be so

tempestuous, and frigid

when they disappear with not notice

or consideration.

 

But then, since when has wind

itself ever known

which way it was headed.

 

All it ever wanted to do,

just like life itself,

was to chase the shadows,

of a setting sun,

in the search sometimes,

of an unwanted afterward

or yet perhaps

to the betrothed of some

wordless embrace or,

that song unsung.

 

 

But then what more really,

were we ever meant to thirst?

 

Too bad sometimes,

the wondrous kites

that get to dance

with wind in flight

atop the waves

of floating sea

in bottles trapped

on gentle breeze

lose the hand

that held the tie

that once enabled

kiss from sky

I guess for never,

while stays.

 

Even dreams,

that drift away.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Aimee Mahathy]

Oh wow, this poem is so beautiful! I rarely read "long" poems, but this one kept me going on and on and on, until I realized I'd been scrolling for longer than usual.
I loved the images used in this, especially the kite. Your vocabulary is extensive and refreshing! It's amazing that you managed to sum up so much so perfectly in two simple lines.
Great write!

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

so often i write and think on these themes, so to read it coming from another's perspective truly made me step back with surprise..

your language is so exquisite
this part was my favourite for so many reasons (tempestuous and vicissitudes both are such delicious words to say, don't you think?):

Nor how the blustery
of vicissitudes could be so
tempestuous, and frigid
when they disappear with not notice
or consideration.

But then, since when has wind
itself ever known
which way it was headed.

[Mary]

very beautiful take on.... well everything.

[Tracie Skarbo]

This is gorgeous... I love this part...

the flight of an invisible kite

high up in the clouds

tethered by only a thread of trust

and some slippery, grip of faith.

I think it is time for you to bundle all of these up and put them out into the world making the rounds to publishers...I would love to have a book of poetry done by you to hold in my hand...and I know others would as well!

[Tia Sanchez]

Lovely write. I'm gonna shelf this one.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

The best lines were:

Its (should be It's) funny how the (should be that, in my opinion) special person
can make it seem like you've almost
been sightless and deaf all your life,
how the colors in music
now almost blind your ears,
how the melody of a sunrise
now almost silences your eyes,

I love when the senses take on the properties of other senses and these lines are perfect examples of that style of writing. A great write, overall, but I really enjoyed the above lines. Isn't it interesting that our most passionate lines are oft where you will find our spelling and other mistakes?!

[Harley Ann]

sorry i havent reviewed in a while, ive been working on a couple stories, not to mention school lol...

but i have to admit i miss the sensation of being surprised at how well i can connect with your work. "he" did the same thing to me...completely flipped my world. there was just something different about him...something the other boys id been with just lacked completely. ive never done the drug before, but im pretty sure the time i had with him was something like ecstasy lol.

i liked this. it was a little hard to follow in some areas, but the content of the piece was deep and perspective, and...well, lets just say there should be more guys in the world with as much heart and sensitivity as you :)

[~Princess~]

I Loved this. You're supper good at letting the writer see your thoughts and what you mean through your words and action of the poem. Good Job keep up the good work!
Love,
Jennifer

[Michelle Tarnowski]

This piece is beautiful. Yes, you have perfectly described how it feels to meet that one person who you think is supposed to be yours. That is exactly what it feels like. I thought I was going to cry as I read this:
“Its funny how the special person
can make it seem like you’ve almost
been sightless and deaf all your life,
how the colors in music
now almost blind your ears,
how the melody of a sunrise
now almost silences your eyes,
how every moment begins
with so much more meaning,
and how every instance yet
has so much more loneliness,
because you now live in
the land of I wonders,
and, what ifs?”