This poem is dedicated to Ms. Liliana Negoi' whose brilliant imagination has always mesmerised me. Imagination is the metaphor here.
Word after word slides
across an unseen floor
like a skilled gymnast
who can skid through
narrowest imaginitive slits
to enter a black box
where cults are transformed
into religions.
You don't see the thread
but feel the force
that pulls you like
wind guiding the sand grains
to follow her mind.
You trace the footsteps
in a thought
and just when you think
you know where it's headed
another syllable
emerges from the shadows;
like a bagpiper of dreams
and holds you
on the metaphoric tenterhooks.
you
feel
like a
hypnotised child
who's born to follow.
thank you Nik :). i wasn't expecting such a gift for this Christmas, so i guess i can honestly say that i was taken by surprise by it :). thank you for coloring my words in such beautiful thoughts!