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
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
Very enchanting and with every poem I see more and more depth.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Vandana! Means a lot. :)
DeleteI get a feeling that life is not so much the big and broken dreams, but the gradual breakdown just like those soap-bubbles..
ReplyDeleteInteresting idea! A gradual breakdown and an equally gradual (or abrupt) formation of these bubbling dreams.
DeleteThank you for reading. :)
"Unwashed memories are out in the sun to dry washed and weary" - those lines really speak to me........beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking of a clothesline while writing these lines. All the memories, lined up, basking in the sun. :)
DeleteI enjoyed this deep exploration....
ReplyDelete'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
Glad to hear that. Thank you. :)
DeleteI hope the unwritten words and the unlettered histories will find a way to be written!
ReplyDeleteThey sure will. :)
DeleteI found this charming!
ReplyDeleteThank you. :)
DeleteThere is always so much to all of us than others see. Some memories do fade but others are our lifetime companions. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteWell said. And thank you. :)
Deletesome dreams are definitely like them born to be as dreams only forever unwritten...a beautiful piece...
ReplyDeleteIt's a homogenous mix of dreams as well as memories. But in the present time, both of them are equally (un)real.
DeleteThank you for stopping by. :)
Like them all...derailed eyes, pungent daydreams and unwashed memories!
ReplyDeleteThank you. :)
DeleteDay dreams are the best! They can take us to the edges of the universe..and back...
ReplyDeleteRather, to the edges of the universe...and beyond.
DeleteThank you for stopping by. :)
' how pungent
ReplyDeleteday-dreams can be' this resonates with me...
We fulfil our dearest fantasies in the form of daydreams, don't you think?
DeleteDay-dreaming is so often a good thing.
ReplyDeleteMore often than not. :)
Delete"...reappearing faces
ReplyDeleteThey 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..
"...reappearing faces
ReplyDeleteThey 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..