Pretend that you are still here.
The arms entwined, invisible behind the memory of that mist,
the sun had dipped below the tide
and the mist was invading the space
between you and me.
Pretend that you are still here.
The long road ran through the city and the town.
Intemperate winds entwined with dreams,
We started in the noon and ended up here,
breathless and tanned.
Pretend that you are still here.
Too late it was when we arrived,
The sun had waited long and ended the day.
The drawing boards, the pastels, the charcoals and dreams
of filling up the canvas with the afterglow, deferred to another day.
There was nothing else to do but watch the pastels left in the sky,
read the script in the sand, listen to the sounds raised by the sea.
Pretend that you are still there.
Sushama Karnik
July 22, 2017.
Thanks to Ariel Tang for the image
The arms entwined, invisible behind the memory of that mist,
the sun had dipped below the tide
and the mist was invading the space
between you and me.
Pretend that you are still here.
The long road ran through the city and the town.
Intemperate winds entwined with dreams,
We started in the noon and ended up here,
breathless and tanned.
Pretend that you are still here.
Too late it was when we arrived,
The sun had waited long and ended the day.
The drawing boards, the pastels, the charcoals and dreams
of filling up the canvas with the afterglow, deferred to another day.
There was nothing else to do but watch the pastels left in the sky,
read the script in the sand, listen to the sounds raised by the sea.
Pretend that you are still there.
Sushama Karnik
July 22, 2017.
Thanks to Ariel Tang for the image
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- Pretend....pretend that there is another dimension...of imagination, dream, intuition... +tony langmach
Thank you for appreciating all my scribblesREPLY Jul 22, 2017 - Jul 22, 2017
- "and the mist was invading the space
between you and me
Pretend that you are still here..."
None of my words can describe the beauty
of this poem +Sushama Karnik
Have a joyful weekend my friend.REPLY Jul 22, 2017 - Jul 23, 2017
- I realise that some of our relations concern ghosts...i.e. our relation with an artist or a writer lived in the past...
REPLY Jul 23, 2017 - +Souheil Ghammachi Very often, it so happens that I don't realize where the appeal and the beauty of the words hides until you highlight that spot. Writing is a discovery and it happens when the reader with a sensibility like yours takes time to help.
REPLY Jul 23, 2017 - +sem xtz Thank you my dear friend. There is no end to the affection and concern you have showered on me. Thank you for being here. Take care and don't disappear again ;-)
REPLY Jul 23, 2017 - +Kevin Walsh Thank you. Your words go a long way to help in the journey across the weird but a necessary dimension of poetry.
REPLY Jul 23, 2017 - +lucia abonandi Hello, Lucia. I spent a relaxed hour yesterday strolling pleasantly in the alleys and the byways of your posts as far back as 2013. Do you know how good the nostalgia can be when it is shared with someone like you? It is a treasure house of a rare kind of happiness! You have a way of expressing thoughts! And you are right about our relations with ghost artists! I recalled the presence of Hans Wohlfarth and Kostas Michalis whose contribution was always a surprise. So many gems of the years 2013 and 2014, who brightened the experience of the world of G+ for a brief while and disappeared like shooting stars
REPLY Jul 23, 2017 - Dear +Sushama Karnik, you are a sensitive writer and you can feel all the energetic waves in the Universe...occasionally, you can 'meet' some extraordinary spirits who can convey moral strength and knowledge...sensitive people need to join so they create a kind of a global connection which requires a good deal of energies. I guess this kind of phenomenon took place through 2013 and 2014. I think that YOU as well as Mr Wohlfart and Mr Michalis are spiritual beacons spreading light on the path of other human beings. Although strong, careful and honest these talented friends are individuals as human as other human beings are...they have to cope with the needs of real life which divert our existence from sublime occupations. Life is complex. Nonetheless I think spiritual energies never disappear they are inherited by others suggesting new ideas...we are all connected...we are part of a whole and good deeds turn into meaningful memories.
I wish I could be more active, yet everyday life becomes more and more demanding and it's draining all energies out of me. Truthfully, dear friend, the thought of you and other 'artists of life' is a pleasant idea improving my moral consciousness.REPLY Jul 28, 2017 - +Lucia Abonand Yours was the first message I received in the morning with the calls of the early birds around in the air. I cannot imagine a moral wave stronger than your words. I assure you that each word is well received and deeply thought over. You revived my sinking spirit and I hope that the same energies reach back to you and revive yours.
I truly feel we are all connected by some deep moral energies though we sometimes live in oblivion of their existence. You, my dear Lucia, are "the artist of life" as you put it in your own words. Pure, whole!
Hans could be seen for a brief while on Quora, and only once on Linked -in. Kostas , I feel is somewhere around incognito. Wherever they are, the fact that they touched our minds and acted as connecting strands is significant that in the midst of the demands of life we have glimpses of some higher world. I am very happy that you responded today with deep energy.
+lucia abonandi My love and regards to youREPLY Jul 28, 2017
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