A fireside tale of forgotten freedom.
Out From Nowhere.
Life cruised along with mundane speed, it trundled
apathetic and meandered her not to right or left.
Middle-road trust was the norm, with ears bundled
into sameness, deaf to life she struggled on, bereft
of excitment, and despising the thrill of the rare.
Thoughts were labelled, filed and carefully shelved,
but mayhem, appearing one day out from nowhere,
charged around, with impressions which she herself,
untried in vitality, tried to control, as she wrestled
whirlpools began submerging her, sunk mindward
into intense floods of memory, and reality compressed
her untutored heart, violent emotion awoke, untimely.
She had stumbled upon her first love, salty-wet stress
overtook her, unkindly immersed her conventional
lifestyle in unforeseen yearning. The old photo fell
to the floor, and all her previous false pretensions
followed, as she relapsed she recalled a lost passion.
Somewhere out there might he still remember too ?
Sobbing so loud it resounded around her sterile room.
As empty unfolded before her it woke a forgotten song
which captured and wrapped ecstasy tightly around
her soul, and for a moment she became strangely free.
But intensity was luxury, so she too quickly resumed
lost composure, washed off tears, burnt the old picture,
straightened her crumpled calm, and began to get tea,
her readjusted flame of zest now just a small flicker.
One last gasp escaped, but was quickly retrieved.
Outings, she told herself were unwelcome indeed.
but i think it is better if a poem has a happy theme. but you have applied poetry well here. nice write!
A spark, triggered in the dark recesses of the mind. grows in intensity, all consuming, gathering speed. brought about by a song, a smell, a glimpse of the past! to be snuffed out, as rationality overpowers the unconventual
wow excellent fay
Wow. Nothing like going on living in reality instead of fruitlessly longing and dreaming. La, but I enjoyed this sober piece.