Dormant

Midnight scribbles.

I have burned the bridges 

and walked on tight ropes 

of meaningless hopes,

which bloom 

in graveyard of thoughts;

where wanderers roam, 

silent, with hollow laughs, 

while nursing ...dormant hearts.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Dormant... the words speaks of winter... of life sleeping to the point of death... or as near to death as one can come. And yet your midnight scribbles are filled with so much life... even in the graveyard places of your mind. Yes.. yes... even in graveyards life finds a way. What an agonizing beauty you've created. 🖤🖤🖤

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Your words here lift my spirits so much, Craig. Thank you so much for appreciating x

[An owl on the moon]

May you soon be found soaring, dear Yumna... and speaking to us of the sight of earth from above the glorious clouds. x

[barleygirl]

This kinda describes the autumn of my life . . . so many things that I thought "defined life" are now going or gone dormant, but this is not a bad eventuality . . . ridding my life of dormant detritus, I've inadvertently made space for new ways of seeing & being (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts here and for reading, BG. Appreciated. :)

[Crowley]

This Monday Scribble has the tone of exactly how I feel today. Heavy sigh.... Doc, you know how to put just the right patina on piece that makes the reader melt into the words. Great work...

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Thank you so much for your words here, Crowley. Though it makes me sad that you relate to the piece :x

[Chris Shaw]

These lines are crammed with dark imagery Dr Y. Those hollow laughs and dormant hearts so uncomfortable to live with. It seems that your midnight scribbles are both written and painted in black.

Chris

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Lately, they are... Thank you so much for reading and your words here, Christine. Hope you've been well.

[Chris Shaw]

All good with me Dr Y. I wish the same for you :)

[ms. barrie]

this is amazing!! i love the mystifyingly creatively dark imagery...this reminds me
of one of s. plath’s poems.

perhaps one in the midst of the heavy burden of anguish in having to let go of persons or situations

brilliant dictation, word-play.
~ xx

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I love your review here and the extravagant praise, ms.barrie! I'm very much inspired by Plath's poems myself so that indeed is a great compliment :D thank you so much for reading and appreciating this piece. x

[BBP]

OMG I love this! When did you get so darkly gorgeous with your writing here Yumna? My style for sure!!!! Hope all is well.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

hah, you're sweet! Lol I suppose I get into random phases of writing like this ;P been alright, thank you :)) how've you been? And how's Richie? ;) haha
Thank you so much for reading and liking this one, Bev x

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the laughs certainly become hollow, as our hearts begin to give up hope of love...
and we can only hope for that special someone to come along and raise us from the figurative dead.

j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Thank you for reading and your words here, Jacob. Always appreciated.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has a tinge of sadness as the protagonist contemplates the futility of trying to be hopeful in the eye of disaster and misguided ruminations as the focus of their attention does not reciprocate and leaves them unrequited.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

It does def feel that way sometimes...thank you so much for your thoughts here, John. Appreciated.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You are back!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Aye, just been pathetically dry in terms of writing lately :(

[John Alexander McFadyen]

When I feel like that I just relax and read and review and the ideas start to flow.