Out of Darkness
Out of Darkness
Chancing there be sunshine,
A host of crystal shapes and forms –
None of them the same,
Sends multitudes of rainbows
Against a slumbered room,
Footsteps in the dark,
Those echoes of her yesteryears –
Her ballet shoes, her ballet shoes!
She’s spinning now like clown
Pitching bids for freedoms
As the ghost awakens all her charms,
Her reverie upon a neon lounge,
Her shaking hands of victory
Her staking claim to sanity –
Her Spring of opportunity,
Her Spring,
Her Spring.
Caught between the window lens,
Caught between her sorrow and her
Love of life, she’s aged awhile
In solitude; but now,
Her breath is warmed within the light.
Tripping fantastic colours –
Keeping those she’s never seen before,
She’s wavering on euphoric awakenings –
Glad to be alive,
Glad she slept until this day,
Where beams require her eyes
Requires all her solid form
To dance inside her mind,
Psychically embracing
Nature all around,
She’s found the gift forgotten;-
And smiles a thousand years.
Michael J Waite 19th January 2013.
Chris Co
Sat 19th Jan 2013 23:11
Lots to like;
Highlights for me being
Pitching bids for freedom
Requires all her solid form
To dance inside her mind
She's found the gift forgotten;-
And smiles a thousand years
The poem had me thinking, not so much of lost youth as lost ability, possibly disability. Particularly it made me think of the power of memory. The idea of reliving what was once in the now.
Whatever the thoughts behind the poem - I enjoyed it.
Best
Chris