All Sense Evades

Myriad fragments glisten.
In the bare glare of bleached
sunlight flutters, my heart listens
for a meaning that cannot be reached.

In the bare glare of bleached
thoughts, wrung out like tea towels
for a meaning that cannot be reached,
I seek to add colour to their swells.

Thoughts, wrung out like tea towels,
Notions caught in the breeze – billowed.
I seek to add colour to their swells.
But all sense evades my pillow.

Notions caught in the breeze – billowed
sunlight flutters, my heart listens.
But all sense evades my pillow.
Myriad fragments glisten.

Linking to this week’s W3 Weave prompt on The Skeptic’s Kaddish (https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/09/14/w3-prompt-20-weave-written-weekly/). The poet of the week is Aditi Sharma, who has asked us to write a Pantoum poem;
The theme should be: Anything dreamy, something non-existent in the real world, or just about your real-life dreams.
The Pantoum seems a perfect form for playing over the undecipherable images and thoughts that come to us in sleep. Thank you Aditi for the challenge.

Advertisement

Tendril # 171 The Sunday Muse

Behind closed lids, as I shallow
breathe my day into meaning,
I am green and glossy growth,
smoothly snaking on the grass
around your feet,
tickling a laugh,
beautifying into love.

Is there anything to tether
me to this world?
A tendril of my being
which will remain?
I cannot leave
what was never there.

Carrie at The Sunday Muse Blogspot (http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/) has posted this painting by Frida Kahlo, ‘Roots’, to prompt our creative juices. Go visit the site to join in and read what this prompt has inspired 😊.