Rust cage door grinds against midnight
Lover’s secret wishes wait
Deafening silence solitude condemns
My cellmate, stalemate, soul mate
Dreams brushed between wintry shadows ascend
Angels swing wide heaven’s gate
Mourning wings spread in still moonlight
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Beautiful, simply beautiful, George.
groetjes, Francina
Thanks, Francina! Much appreciated as always. Cheers, George
interesting, George, for it should read a negative, but everything points up convincing me that this is not the end but a begin…even the title plays with both sides in my mind ~
Indeed Angela, it evolved from opposing sides, too, with the inextricable interplay between ending and beginning. Sometimes the struggle that pulls one to and fro resolves, or can only be resolved, in a way unexpected or even undesired.
Partly letting go of “something” (how we land in a situation is not as important as what happens once we’re in it) and partly finding fulfillment or completion (omega) only in transcendence…metaphorically seeing life in death.
So beautiful, George…as always! 🙂
xx
Thanks, Deb! Glad you liked it! 🙂
Loved this George ~ beautiful imagery! 🙂 RL
Thanks, Robyn! Glad you thought so! 🙂
I like this. I am reminded of why I don’t believe in keeping birds, nor the clipping of wings…..
A very interesting observation. Thanks!
Piercingly beautiful – an oscillation of raw emotions of conflict and resolution. The imagery is charming as is the entire piece! Almost feels a silent rebirth – against all odds. Love it George! (But, I love all your writings!). Happy New Year, my dear friend. Cheers.
That’s a great description, Shaheen! Especially like the idea of the silent rebirth. Thanks and Happy New Year! Cheers!
Beautiful! You write so beautifully! More! More! More!
xx Rowena
Thank you! Definitely more to come!