A Song
photo by Margaret Bednar
Posted for Margaret's Play It Again Archive #1: "An Ink-Stained Word List" @ Real Toads
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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
photo by Margaret Bednar
Why is the mind
Overcast with gray dreams
While the green heart
Still blooms periwinkles
Why is the crimson gypsy spirit
Stagnating in one place
While the magical life
Is fluttering on butterfly wings
Why is the Ego
Looking into the sky
While the soul
Remains grounded rooting
Posted for Margaret's Play It Again Archive #1: "An Ink-Stained Word List" @ Real Toads
&
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
why do these things happen...i dunno...why is there life one place and not the next...the answers are endless...
ReplyDeleteSometimes our mind is not entirely logical.. like we are split in half somehow... love your choice of colors...
ReplyDeleteCreative weaving of words, contrasting one place versus another, the sky versus the ground ~
ReplyDeleteWhy, indeed. The two-faced life, black and white mingling into a million shades of grey. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThose are questions worth considering, Sumana. I like the way you posed them.
ReplyDeleteSumana, this is a very poignant poem, coming straight from the heart. Loved reading it.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you've placed the words...especially periwinkle, those two lines are vivid. Well done!!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness! Definitely one of your best! so clever! Your opening stanza is just brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThis is such intelligent penning of your thoughts...loved the duality and the questions posed in the lines!
ReplyDeleteLove the contrasts in this poems, really makes the meaning much more clear!
ReplyDeleteColourful images and the most sincere questions of life which need to be answered ...nice one !
ReplyDeleteI am in so much awe.its written with such grace. dxbnidblog
ReplyDeleteSo full of questions...just because, and that is why. Love it.
ReplyDeletewell inked!
ReplyDeletenice contrast of images. :)
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I like how you express contrasted desires in your poem!
ReplyDeleteWhy, why, why ... I'm glad you asked.
ReplyDeleteI think it is seldom when we feel a complete sense of unity. The questions are important, we won't get answers without them. I like your title because there are few who don't dance with the whys and get caught up in their rhythms.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth