The wind chime of fabrication

 

 

 

 

 

The wind chime of fabrication

 

The wind blows as if someone is there at the balcony

The pale gloom of the evening light shines yet it felt empty

 

The wind sings it chiming voice, it whistles in harmony

Tuning-in to my heart, it listens as it beats, perhaps giving me self-pity

 

It’s crazy to think that perhaps death came, just visiting

Wearing something that makes his or her cloak sings

Whistling, whistling as the wind blows

 

Time and time again, I imagine what’s in-store

outside the empty balcony behind that closed door

another Fabrication of my over active imagination

 

      I don’t fear it, just that I don’t want it…

 

For now I don’t see any light in that empty balcony

Darkness engulfs its realm, just plain emptiness

I don’t mind it, but it affects my moodiness

I don’t like that at all, it affects my reality

It makes me tired for no reason, my random anomaly.

 

 

 

 

 

Written : 05/25/2014

Updated: 06/03/2014

 

Author's Note

Credits to the photo goes to
Haunted Balcony at Midnight by Niki

It started with the title, and my words just pour on its own. There is something about this write that is much deeper in its senses it portray. The words are simple yet a bit dark. As I was writing this, I can’t help but think about the song breaking down by Florence + the machine. I have been listing to their 2 albums lately.

breaking down Lyrics:
All alone
It was always there you see
And even on my own
It was always standing next to me
I can see coming from the edge of the room
Creeping on the street light
Holding my head in the pale gloom
Can you see it coming now.

crap note:

One day, one of my colleague told me that I looked tired, even though I am not physically. He said it shows in my eyes. That was the very first time I was caught off guard, that my emotions clearly shows in my eyes. I don’t usually show that, how emotionally tired I am, as if I am bothered on something. So I immediately tell somewhat a lie, I said I just lack sleep that’s why, then I smiled my way out of it as if I was not pretending.

And then it happened again as I finished writing this, another colleague of mine said, I look stressed out or I have some problem or I lost the glow of happiness in my eyes. God, I don’t want them to see that, so I lied again with a smile, that I have no problem, and I blurred out perhaps just stress out a little…

My author’s note is getting longer, I say so much whenever I felt I needed to say something or release this unwanted feelings. I guess I hated this kind of feeling.



You may or may not understand what I am blabbering about here, but I am just glad you my friends are reading this. That alone at least I know someone is listening, that is already enough.

It was a long break, sigh... I am back now to those who still remembers me, with that I am thankful to those who visit and read me.

Reviews

[Corset]

your writing just seems to capture the very essence of that half lit night, how the light shines on the very edge of your words, teetering in the darkness, you are like a fine wine my friend, you keepwriting better and better with time, delving ever deeper.

[Pax]

hugs, Thanks good, good friend... sometime I just wish to those who shines bright share some light for me to find the things I want. I am always grateful to you...

[Coyote Poetry]

"Time and time again, I imagine what’s in-store
outside the empty balcony behind that closed door
another Fabrication of my over active imagination"
A very good poem for thoughts and you left the reader with things to ponder. What comes tomorrow is unknown. We can set-up a life or try to escape one? I believe we decide our final destination. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Pax]

indeed my good, good friend... I let the tomorrow be as I try as much as possible to focus of what's now... yet sometimes with those night you can't help but think about tomorrow because of many fears just appearing like a ghost that haunts you down... I am always grateful when you come by my good, good friend... thank you very much!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. Always a pleasure to read your work.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Your writing transports me into a melancholy world, yet it forms such beautiful images, of the luminous night... where contemplation and introspection prevail. You leave me in a whirlwind of thoughts after reading this... such a gorgeous write Pax... I truly loved it.

[Pax]

thank you my good friend, I am grateful and glad to see you.... ahh contemplation and introspection as much as possible I want them to be expressed in words... yet lately I haven't done it for quite some time now...My muse is getting lazy or crazy when I am sick, yeah, i am sick this past few days. but i can manage... its good to see you again my friend..

[Ghost of Jupiter]

So good to see you dear friend. Oh I hope you feel better soon, i know the feeling I have been sick for about a month now...haha. Getting over soon. I really love your writes, so I need to make it a point to be by more often. So sorry it has been so long... much love to you sweet Pax...xoxoxo

[Pax]

lol, mine is just a week, i think its getting better now, yours must be heartbreak, mine is stomach ache... :D, thank you again, it is so nice to hear that....

[RJ]

I love how you really capture the ephemeral nature of concern brought upon by what would seem to be a sleepless night. It might not always be clear but there's a certain magical quality about the night, a stillness of our surroundings and a heightened awareness of things. You do an amazing job framing that for us.

[Pax]

hey my friend, thank you very much... Indeed it was a sleepless night of mine.Just one of those nights my friend, I am glad you like this... I am very grateful...

[gabrielle]

this piece gave me "haunting-feel" but for some reason i could not really fathom its meaning. it makes me think that sometimes we are the ones creating our own fear.

[Pax]

thank you, gab... I so appreciate you always. I guess the meaning depends on how you see it, it varies sometimes. ANd yes, sometimes I do create my own fear, I guess that's part of me who fear many things, though I am slowly realizing each one of them, and conquer it to surpass.

[Sugar Plum ♥]

This poem seems so different (from your usual style) and it takes me away to another place...I love your words here, very sharp and creating the image in black and white with strong feeling. What I like much is the sense of loneliness, self-sufficiency and harmony with yourself. The observation is very vivid, yet as something far away from your inner world. The wind, the chime, the gloom, take me to a dark place, but doesnt make me feel afraid. Like I`m comfortable there. Impressive write!
My favorite lines:

The wind sings it chiming voice, it whistles in harmony
Tuning-in to my heart, it listens as it beats, perhaps giving me self-pity

[Pax]

you are so very keen as always my good friend... always good to see you around... hugs!

[NeiL ArandA]

Suspense thriller like story telling ....

[Pax]

thank you so much, my good friend - Neil...

[Sami Khalil]

"I don’t see any light in that empty balcony
Darkness engulf(s) its realm, just plain emptiness
I don’t mind it, but it affects my moodiness
I don’t like that at all, it affects my reality"

As your friends saw that random anomaly in your eyes, you were caught by surprise. You wanted to see the deal, if any, with your inner disguise, but you felt you have to release and open up the disguise. And those guys cared to tell you the truth to your own sake and to leave you in a better judgment and mental exercise.
So, you handled it all good and came up with this poetic prize...Excellent my friend...:)...................

[Pax]

whenever I write emotional poem, I feel or I assume that my disguise is widely open... Perhaps they do care, maybe because I don't usually show my lonesome side, I am bit different in person, seems a happy go lucky type but not much... I am so glad you visit my good, good friend and review this piece...

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome...:)........................

[Marie]

I'm glad to see you back, Pax. Like Jacob, I believe in ghose=ts, but I don't think that's what you're dealing with. The haunting is in your own mind; the sadness you won't show to others is making itself known...

[Pax]

Yes, this piece has a double meaning... I am glad you've seen that, your very keen my friend. THank you very much...