May 23, 2015

Derail

Soap bubbles
For unwritten words
Connecting the dots
They pop open
These pretty little voids
Rainbows and lost stories
Who knew how pungent
day-dreams can be

Unwashed memories
Are out in the sun to dry
Washed and weary

I feared they would shrivel up
And die
These unlettered histories

Soft to touch
With a tinge of blush
Forgetting the times I have worn them
On my sleeves
In my heart

A derailed set of eyes
Focus momentarily
On reappearing faces
They never change
And are never the same

With every pop
The eyes derail some more
And the heart follows

26 comments:

  1. Very enchanting and with every poem I see more and more depth.

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  2. I get a feeling that life is not so much the big and broken dreams, but the gradual breakdown just like those soap-bubbles..

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    1. Interesting idea! A gradual breakdown and an equally gradual (or abrupt) formation of these bubbling dreams.

      Thank you for reading. :)

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  3. "Unwashed memories are out in the sun to dry washed and weary" - those lines really speak to me........beautifully done.

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    1. I was thinking of a clothesline while writing these lines. All the memories, lined up, basking in the sun. :)

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  4. I enjoyed this deep exploration....

    'I feared they would shrivel up
    And die
    These unlettered histories

    Soft to touch
    With a tinge of blush
    Forgetting the times I have worn them
    On my sleeves
    In my heart'

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  5. I hope the unwritten words and the unlettered histories will find a way to be written!

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  6. There is always so much to all of us than others see. Some memories do fade but others are our lifetime companions. Beautifully written.

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  7. some dreams are definitely like them born to be as dreams only forever unwritten...a beautiful piece...

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    1. It's a homogenous mix of dreams as well as memories. But in the present time, both of them are equally (un)real.

      Thank you for stopping by. :)

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  8. Like them all...derailed eyes, pungent daydreams and unwashed memories!

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  9. Day dreams are the best! They can take us to the edges of the universe..and back...

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    1. Rather, to the edges of the universe...and beyond.

      Thank you for stopping by. :)

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  10. ' how pungent
    day-dreams can be' this resonates with me...

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    1. We fulfil our dearest fantasies in the form of daydreams, don't you think?

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  11. Day-dreaming is so often a good thing.

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  12. "...reappearing faces
    They never change
    And are never the same
    With every pop
    The eyes derail some more
    And the heart follows"

    could feel it.. they come they go... all the same, yet changing... from eyes to the heart... and there they remain..

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  13. "...reappearing faces
    They never change
    And are never the same
    With every pop
    The eyes derail some more
    And the heart follows"

    could feel it.. they come they go... all the same, yet changing... from eyes to the heart... and there they remain..

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