Infinite strings

[Romelia]

Anything;
waiting for just anything
good
meaningful
daydreamingly beautiful
to occupy a while.
To remind or confirm
that life has a gift for those
who wait,
patiently and unheard
over the churning cogs n wheels,
all through the demanding days,
days that never change
over and over again,
the same.

Exhausted,
no desire to sing and shine,
just frail remains
of an aching shell
longing for the comfort
of a restful bed.
Knowing
and
reminded
that sleep brings toil
too suddenly to bear;
yet to remain
and see the moon sail
as magick before the eyes,
would burden them
all through the next days despair

Time is no limit…
no
Strings that dictate
are;
limitless
infinite
dragging the soul away
tendrils that manipulate
the days,
the months
and years…
binding life.
A whole lifetime
that seemingly
passes
before the eyes.
Taught that…
work makes you free!
Told,
to consume in a vicious cycle
of trinkets and trash
with no choice,
no freedom.
From the womb to the tomb
branded at birth,
an existence that’s taxed
accounted for and abused;
a whole life
exhausted
before the eye,
before its natural time.

Claw

[Crimson Stormfire]

such sad imagery, wonderful telling tho- but still woefull

[Lobo]

Sound like you need a holiday
or
to read about Tristram Shandy's accidental circumcision.

L.

[wyeuro]

very beautiful. some stunningly good images:

and see the moon sail
as magick before the eyes

limitless
infinite
dragging the soul away
tendrils that manipulate
the days,

best of course within their contexts, but i couldn't resist

it's a beautiful poem - to me there's nothing wrong with poetifying the down side too - it's beautiful too in its own way.
wy

[Romelia]

Thank you! Ill look it up.....