Fleeting Images

The other day I caught myself staring at your image
Embedded in the cliff-side pool.
Surrounded by flowers and foliage,
Miles away from you.

Your skin porcelain,
Flaws hidden,
Eyes clement,
You didn't even seem human.

And maybe you weren't.
You were perhaps just an abstract concept,
An evanescent concoction of pigments,
Who swam away, leaving behind no remnants.

When I thought about crossing endless hill ranges,
And scooting past humble cottages,
To see you stand in your favorite spot, unfazed, indifferent-
It just didn't seem worth it.

I can still feel the creases on your palms;
I can still feel your fingers brush against the grass;
I can still see you sway with the wind;
I can still see you paint butterfly wings.

But here's the thing-
It's the image of perfection that's thrilling;
The thought of doing something grandiose that's rousing;
The realization of a dreamland that's inviting.

I don't want to stray further away from my head,
Even if I come to a dead-end.
I'm content with catching fleeting glances of your images till they disfigure
On the surface of these strange waters.

 

Shifa

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Shifa Maqba

Wed 30th Sep 2020 16:08

Thank you Abdul for your generous feedback!

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Abdul Ahmad

Wed 30th Sep 2020 08:45

Shifa the imagery concocted in this poem is sublime.

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Shifa Maqba

Wed 30th Sep 2020 05:46

Thank you, Neressa and Stephen G., for stopping by. Your roses are deeply cherished!

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Shifa Maqba

Wed 30th Sep 2020 05:41

Thank you so much, Paul, Stephen and Nicola for your delightful comments and roses. It's always a treat to read you well-measured remarks. They really make my day. 😃

Nicola Beckett

Tue 29th Sep 2020 21:10

Beautiful words x you just extended my vocab

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Stephen Atkinson

Tue 29th Sep 2020 17:21

If only the world was as beautiful as it is in our own minds. Lovely stuff Shifa.

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Paul Sayer

Tue 29th Sep 2020 16:24

The joy of an 'out of body' experience the infinite power of our mind and imagination can so often surpass all psychical manifestation.

Crumbs Shifa that sounds a tad grandiose.

I was just trying to say 'what a great' poem 😉

I love it.
Paul.

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