I open the door on cold winter mornings
to let the sunlight in.
In the faint light and the frosty wind
I find I am strangely missing to me.
Like missing the people you have never seen,
or missing the places you have never been,
I miss the me I have never been.
I come back to unpack my baggage
which has been dumped untouched
in the corner of the room I never opened after my return home from the long voyage.
Unpacking the bags after a voyage
is the most dreadful thing in life.
A whole chaotic wind enters in my orderly home.
Words scribbled in transit on the back of laundry bills,
cryptic readings copied from books of antique taste,
an alien wind from an alien land that I cannot possess,
and the breaths I inhaled in this land
which I cannot repossess.
I am habituated now to living among disconnections
. as a way of life. There is now a sweet hemlock hill
where I retreat often in the hours of heavy rains.
The intoxication of watching the raindrops fall
in a hypnotic refrain and the rain of the season
eavesdropping on my thoughts and moods.
A strange company, but at times so soothing in some moments of self-imposed solitude.
Thank you for the image Souheil Ghammachi
to let the sunlight in.
In the faint light and the frosty wind
I find I am strangely missing to me.
Like missing the people you have never seen,
or missing the places you have never been,
I miss the me I have never been.
I come back to unpack my baggage
which has been dumped untouched
in the corner of the room I never opened after my return home from the long voyage.
Unpacking the bags after a voyage
is the most dreadful thing in life.
A whole chaotic wind enters in my orderly home.
Words scribbled in transit on the back of laundry bills,
cryptic readings copied from books of antique taste,
an alien wind from an alien land that I cannot possess,
and the breaths I inhaled in this land
which I cannot repossess.
I am habituated now to living among disconnections
. as a way of life. There is now a sweet hemlock hill
where I retreat often in the hours of heavy rains.
The intoxication of watching the raindrops fall
in a hypnotic refrain and the rain of the season
eavesdropping on my thoughts and moods.
A strange company, but at times so soothing in some moments of self-imposed solitude.
Thank you for the image Souheil Ghammachi
There's a world outside my door
So beautiful, it seems,
An endless view of crisp green parks
covered in sunlight beams.
As I fumble through my darkness
For a light inside my head
I think of how much brighter life would be
If I went outside instead.
~ plume "The Light"
Open your heart, your mind and soul to the light of a new day.... Good morning!
So beautiful, it seems,
An endless view of crisp green parks
covered in sunlight beams.
As I fumble through my darkness
For a light inside my head
I think of how much brighter life would be
If I went outside instead.
~ plume "The Light"
Open your heart, your mind and soul to the light of a new day.... Good morning!
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- ~ moments of self-imposed solitude. ~
You caputere a very known feeling in such a fantastic way my friend & Thank you..
Take careREPLY Jun 18, 2017 - Thank you , +tony langmach Your comments and greetings are always welcome, my dear Nordic friend :-)) Take care.
REPLY Jun 18, 2017 - Jun 18, 2017
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