shodan

Lost Moments

Oh where has the beating sound gone?
Its infectious melody used to be so sweet
It sang of dreams and incredible tomorrows
Now, all I hear is the echo of emptiness.

And what of that magical paint?
The canvas splashed with childish delight
Trippy colours and fairytales
All dulled down to a world of grey

What calmed the caressing wind?
Polarizing fertile minds to be aligned
A mother’s touch with incredible care
What remains is staleness to the air

And who snatched the desert of its stars?
Galaxies enveloped in dilated oculi
Eyes afire flooded with tears
Gushingly fed by a sea of fears

4 Responses to “Lost Moments”

  1. alfling Says:

    It is strange that you should write a poem about ‘Lost Moments’ when I just posted about embracing the moment and making the moment happen, let the moment come to you! But that is beside the point of as per usual a stunning piece of prose, brilliant in fact!!

  2. Francois Says:

    Sharing writing like this is a gift. Seriously, almost like Christmas man. ;) Love it your writing is amazing.

    Peace out Shodan.

  3. shodan Says:

    Alfling, I read your post and you’re right about the importance of the moment. It is the closest that we get to forever in life. Thanks for the encouraging feedback!

    Francois, I am really glad you see it that way. Thanks a lot!

  4. Pj Says:

    It’s age, my dear friend… the slayer of dreams, thief of ambition, perverter of innocence. Your imagery is stunning, I absolutely love the honesty of naked despair. A hidden silver lining is the fact that the writer can still remember the beauty that now seems gone… the simple presence of the nostalgic longing in and of itself gives the reader hope and encourages them to recapture those parts of their youth that will ultimately let their youth endure the onslaught of age - be they aware of this effect or not.

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