Worry
Life is a bed of roses. Yes.
Though sweetness and love often bless,
In troubled fits I also lay-
Thorns pierce my sides- to my dismay.
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I knock on the door of Dreams.
Desperate- for an answer.
Life, with her strangling whims
and vines, keeps short her tether.
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Stallions of day sometimes terrify
more than the mares still behind.
Shall boastful Tomorrow dare defy-
the hold of Yesterday, in my mind?
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Or shall He join with Her-
fellow mockers, foes of mine.
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Just an impromptu poem i came up with upon seeing YeuAnn's post of 'The Sky is a Rose'. Sorry that its rather melancholic :p. the inspiration of it is the image of the rose which led me to think of a bed of roses- and to the saying that life is not a bed of roses. Haha. Do give me your input as well. :D
the imagery is powerful and vivid... beautifully evocative haha.
ReplyDeletebut a bit confused by the sudden changes of metaphors... how come u changed from bed of roses to a vine to horses... to He and She?
:P confused haha...
Aiyo, I also want to ask you why i can't seem to have the appropriate spacing for it.
ReplyDeleteInitially, Life as I presented it is neutered, and i wanted to present it as a bed of roses, complete with thorns.
Carrying on from there, as we sleep on beds, we would like pleasant dreams, however Life being a taskmaster does not let one go.
The stallions of day refers to the worries and frustrations we have in the daytime- it is juxtaposed to the metaphorical nightmare, who is following behind (day-night).I wanted it to represent the inability to fall to sleep because of those worries.
As for He and She, I imagined Yesterday and Tomorrow as siblings, and what way to know there is life other than the passage of time?