Missing
the illusion of colors is timeless
a mindwalking camouflage
like dusk removers pushing their dawn
into a shamelessly void sky
laughing at infinite indigo
the emptiness of transient places
is fading your aura
into my unichrome daydreams
healing memory fractures
only to stand an infinite solitude
Image & Text © by Jonahh Oestreich. All Rights Reserved.
Submitted to dVerse ~ Poets Pub (OpenLinkNight, Week 17)
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this is deep, very brilliant piece of expression.
creative and powerful.
infinite solitude,wow.
The stage is well set with the opening line: “the illusion of colors is timeless.”
Only to stand infinite solitude… I could relate to that very much… Your image is perfect for the verse.. and your lines …
‘like dusk removers pushing their dawn
into a shamelessly void sky’
…more so for the feelings that it invoked in me…
Thanks
Shashi
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Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-tears-in-rain.html
I refuse to leave a trite comment went there is so much here to digest… “dusk removers pushing their dawn”, ” unichrome daydreams”, and “healing memory fractures”. Yep, I’ll be here for days sorry.
Not sure if you’re still here but thank you!
I’ll get a shovel and go dig between the lines… Curious about the secrets.
Awesome piece! Although, I believe that transient places have the most ghosts, the most sorrows and echoing laughter.
I agree re transient places. But I’ll be looking for the ‘echoing laughter’ above all. Thanks!
Solitude can be great by infinite solitude not so much, great verse.
“laughing at infinite indigo”
and “the emptiness of transient places” evokes an aching sense of isolation. Left with faint auras and lingering memory for healing.
Quite beautiful.
a mindwalking camouflage
like dusk removers pushing their dawn
into a shamelessly void sky…love that image
nice…really like the dance in your words but also your imagery…very cool…and the personal touch in the second stanza of their aura but in the end though healed alone..
The images and certain turns of phrase (like “illusion of colors,” “emptiness of transient places”), in conjunction with the title and photo, lend a deep sadness to this poem. Well done, Jonahh.