Mirth
Safely ensconced,
She threw a challange
Pay me back in the coin received…
I took some fears
Those strange beings
That hide behind masks
Of “Impossible tasks”,
“Hurt gifted by trusted”
“Uncharted paths” and more
I took some sadness too
Those that clogs my being
Colouring every embrace,
Warm words of love
And gifted bounties
With cold clammy greys
And also those dreams
The peek-a-boo beings
That tempt with promise
Of masterpieces in making
But dissolve and disappear
Before the artist in me can sculpt them
Mixing them all, I perfect a currency
Honoured everytime by one and all.
The coin I perceived
was mirth bubbling at challenges
Doled out generously,
by an frisky, irepressible life.
She threw a challange
Pay me back in the coin received…
I took some fears
Those strange beings
That hide behind masks
Of “Impossible tasks”,
“Hurt gifted by trusted”
“Uncharted paths” and more
I took some sadness too
Those that clogs my being
Colouring every embrace,
Warm words of love
And gifted bounties
With cold clammy greys
And also those dreams
The peek-a-boo beings
That tempt with promise
Of masterpieces in making
But dissolve and disappear
Before the artist in me can sculpt them
Mixing them all, I perfect a currency
Honoured everytime by one and all.
The coin I perceived
was mirth bubbling at challenges
Doled out generously,
by an frisky, irepressible life.
blogged by Asmita at 11:18 pm
3 Comments:
you are getting better and better with each new post..
Aha! Can't comment, feel under-qualified. That's how good you are. :-)
Asmita--
you startle expectations of life & reader both, and the currency indeed is received . . .
(it makes me think / wonder about "the varieties of mirth" if such there be)
mirth almost strains at credibility (in context the poem seems to sketch if not delineate); but perchance it performs its own miracle, sets the tone of its own new rule
may it be so,
d.i.
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