You never spoke of conquering heights,
Or of scars you have to mend.
You never showed a tear in your eye,
Or haunting fear from nightmares.
No pity too subtle, no rage overpowering;
No karma too harsh, no miracles ‘moving’.
You never lit a melancholy candle of hope,
Or rituals appeasing faith.
You never spoke of the world’s wisdom,
Or proved too timid to brave.
What fits the hand is for the taking;
What falls otherwise is not worth bothering.
And as you moulded us for the kiln,
We take shapes into perfect porcelain.
Can we make it through with sanity ?
As fading colours of life give way to reality.
amazing, thanks for linking.
Thanks for stopping by..!!
I liked the “haunting fear from nightmares.” I wrote about dreams this week, also. 🙂
‘A metaphorical ambiance in display’, thats what I have to say for you post. Happy Rally..!!
hope that you make it through.
incredible writing.
Thanks a lot, hope you do to..!!
We take shapes into perfect porcelain…lets hope we don’t get too badly chipped or broken. Nice piece.
Then again, its our scars that remind us where we’ve been. More like signs that we are/were alive ..!!
Last line speaks of faded colours …. like it 🙂
Thanks, glad you liked it..!!
Beautifully expressed thoughts!
Glad you stopped by..!!
Love the way the last stanza sums it all up. I enjoyed reading this creatively written poem.
Glad that you enjoyed it, Thanks for dropping by..!!
You have a power with words. Great work!
JP
http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2011/12/07/wisping-snow/
Thank you very much JP .!!
This is a beautiful piece – thank you for sharing it with us!
Just doing what I love to do.. Hehe, Thanks..!!
sanity is rare , a good question and a thoughtful writeup
Thanks, atleast I know that the meaning vehements out of the poems.. hehe..!!
I am deeply moved by this poem! You discribe so well and creative n emotion and thoughts …. I’m a fan! …and I look forward to reading more of your work!
My deepest gratitude for appreciating my humble write..