(un)inspired
dawn rips the blindfold from my eyes
forcing me to watch another day
unravel
time slipping through stone and finger
with the same giggle of impermanence
whispers
to a heart that takes no prisoners
and a mind that gives everything
away
a broken belt lies on the floor
tanned flesh and silver buckle
remembering
smaller nights and sunshine’s warmth
and all of those tomorrows gathering
promise
and potential in dust-filled corners
stacked with empty broken boxes
waiting
.
.
.
Linking up with the fabulous dVerse poets for Open Link Night, join us!
August 28th, 2012 at 9:20 am
Beautiful! Both the poetry and the photo!
August 28th, 2012 at 1:13 pm
beautiful poem! I love the photo !
August 28th, 2012 at 2:00 pm
Fantastic…the pause in reading really lends to the consideration of the fantastic imagery you’ve chosen…and yes, that photo is stunning! Happy OpenLinkNight 🙂
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August 28th, 2012 at 2:08 pm
Beautiful writing, wistful with a hint of mystery…the sense that summer is ending, maybe. Perhaps the future can wait…those boxes get filled soon enough, I find 🙂
August 28th, 2012 at 2:13 pm
Ahhh — this made me think of memories of children. Mine are growing too fast.
Wonderful thoughts and awesome picture.
August 28th, 2012 at 3:03 pm
there’s so much potential in dust-filled corners…this is beautiful…we just need eyes to see..
August 28th, 2012 at 3:15 pm
Waking up to such a sight would surely be fine by this feline haha but yeah if you ignore the dust mites, lots can be seen in those corners.
August 28th, 2012 at 3:18 pm
Beautifu piece—
August 28th, 2012 at 3:24 pm
Love these lines:
Time slipping through stone and finger
with the same giggle of impermanence
Beautiful and strong poem
August 28th, 2012 at 3:33 pm
This is lovely. Feels sad to me. I think it’s that broken belt, and the wistfulness of the single words there and how we’re left with waiting.
August 28th, 2012 at 3:49 pm
Wow… that first line is brilliant, and the poem does not disappoint. Beautiful.
August 28th, 2012 at 3:50 pm
Yes, in the morning, we can still think of our unfinished business as having potential…
“a heart that takes no prisoners
and a mind that gives everything
away” Those lines are inspired! Fine poem.
August 28th, 2012 at 4:02 pm
Gorgeous, as always, photo and words melding into a hearthfire – ‘giggle of impermanence’ is poetic delight!
August 28th, 2012 at 4:43 pm
I like the way you’ve spread this one out. The pause between lines really fits the rhythm of the piece. Beautiful write.
August 28th, 2012 at 4:48 pm
Love those single words between verses. It’s a great effect.
August 28th, 2012 at 5:00 pm
Great write, some excellent lines, but it did feel sad to me, the sense of time slipping away…which is something that seems to preoccupy me more and more.
August 28th, 2012 at 6:46 pm
This has a sneaky beauty rising up behind the snare of its surface. Lovely.
August 28th, 2012 at 7:38 pm
I loved this piece
August 28th, 2012 at 7:55 pm
How beautiful, haunting, scarey . . .
“dawn rips the blindfold from my eyes
forcing me to watch another day . . .”
Forced? O my dear, look again into those dusty corners . . .
Not all of the waiting boxes are broken. Potential is still here.
August 28th, 2012 at 8:26 pm
remembering smaller nights. the best, those smaller nights.
August 28th, 2012 at 9:49 pm
the belt image and the empty broken boxes added a darker edge to this for me…and interesting contrast to the beauty in the opening….even there though the ripping of the blindfold adds an edge…
August 29th, 2012 at 6:40 am
Love the imagry here..a lovely poem!
August 29th, 2012 at 11:07 am
a heart that takes no prisoners and a mind that gives everything…loved this phrase….nicely done !
August 29th, 2012 at 3:56 pm
A cascade of images in conflict, space, or emptiness, heart or head, even night or day…time just unravels, and the spirit pieces things together from the scraps as best as she can. Strong and well-designed piece.
August 29th, 2012 at 4:52 pm
Gorgeous. The photo and the poem, both. Thank you.
August 29th, 2012 at 5:24 pm
remembering
smaller nights and sunshine’s warmth
and all of those tomorrows gathering
promise
and potential in dust-filled corners
stacked with empty broken boxes
waiting
ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT Mrs M. especially the last line. Each visit here gives me words to think on.
Your purpose of course.
In my fondest, Tilda
August 29th, 2012 at 11:15 pm
love the first stanza. I could feel the intense power of the dawn. beautiful.