Couple of years back in 2003 while driving with a colleague from Milwaukee, WI to Overland Park, KS I got a phrase or title or whatever one may call it in my mind. It was this “A Ballerina’s Whisper”. At that time and until last week I always said this around many a times annoying my friends. Last week I was saying this to myself during thedrive from Virginia to Albany. Haha I got it all figured out during adrive in which towards the evening the sky colored up really well. It reminded me of the aurora and all I wanted to write around that title came into place.
There is fiction and fantasy in this poem that came out completely from my imagination. The part in which I am saying about meeting a girl in a train is taken from an abandoned poem I wrote long time back in SanFrancisco. So the ‘poetrybox’ really helped to fit it all together.There is a real part to it I myself don’t have clarity about it. So the poem itself is inconclusive. I think you understand what I mean. Love always eluded me between cup and lips. So I myself don’t know the end of it all. That is the core I thought about this poem. Tell me if I am wrong or not. Anyway, I hope you all will enjoy this poem and have agreat weekend.
The northern wind blew on to my face,
With no fury but with mercy,
A face warmed by the heat,
All wrinkled up as every bone shrunk,
With heavy feelings of life held upon.
Oh’ that fat old moon too rolled away,
Behind the clouds, darkness swept through,
The cityscapes where upon a skyscraper I sat,
Watching changes, feeling the pain,
Of the unhealable wound.
Though the moon hide away behind,
The clouds moved westwards and scattered,
Dragging the moon down and down,
Then from the north came another wonder,
Splashing across the horizon aurora in colors unseen,
In my amazement first I stood still,
Then went down the streets and walked,
Away from the rumblings of the city madness,
And saw the most beautiful dance of nature,
The best and most beautiful ballerina, I’ve ever seen.
She floated like a swan then breezed over,
On the tip of the clouds she turned and turned,
Fading away from eyesight,
Then jumped back in thousands of colors,
Leaving every star motionless,
Though light years away they are.
She split into every pattern,
A Kaleidoscope can make,
And rolled right over my head,
The cold wind indeed added the blessing,
The dark clouds far, far away,
That was more than any dream,
That was better than the perfect illusion,
One by one my senses filled and fell pray,
To the beauty of the dance enchanting,
My sight with the kaleidoscopic patterns filled,
The smell of air by the northern winds purified,
Every bit of my body touched,
By the wind so gently as if like a feather,
But nothing my ears heard,
I wondered about the silence,
And closed my eyes for a moment,
Then I heard a girl’s whisper,
“Don’t thou ever shut thy eyes to my love”.
I opened my eyes and saw,
All the colors in full bloom but paused,
Then they all started to fade away,
A long streak of light still showed ahead,
And in a distance I saw the aurora dancing away.
Back to my home went I,
And days passed by like the counting beads rolling,
I’ve never seen aurora in that magnificence,
But those words still in my mind filling my senses,
But in the busy city life dealing,
With the materialistic life day after day,
Among lost thoughts and dreams discarded,
Buried the echoes and patterns of that night.
One day during a late commute,
From work, in the small letters of a newspaper lost,
My senses and I closed my eyes,
And there were those kaleidoscopic patterns again,
I opened my eyes in surprise to find my station,
And through the snail paced fattening crowd I hurried,
When squeezing out I found a mid teen girl standing,
Her face with makeup all colored,
Her eyes, golden hair and the smile I noticed,
Thin like a stick but still pretty in her own way,
Also I noticed the way at me she looked,
Not as a stranger, but someone strangely familiar,
Paused I and paused my senses too,
As she blew a kiss in the air,
In my surprise for a moment my eyes I closed,
Within a second my eyes I opened,
By then her lips on my ears I felt,
Then into my ears she whispered,
“Don’t thou ever shut thy eyes to my love”,
And made a turn on the tip of her shoes floating,
Into the train as the door closed.
Perplexed and amazed I stood there helplessly,
As in my surprised amazement once more a glimpse I stole,
Of her smile and her waving hand in the moving train,
While those words once more echoed,
Through every corner of my body and soul.
i couldnt go to the party. i left sunday morning. i was really lookin forward to it. but thanks anyways.
Some of your poetry is so amazingly close to prose or short epics/stories. I like how you detail the process that inspired the work too.
Do you write any longer essays or stories at all?
lisa
Thanks for your comment. I want to add that the “lake” in the photos is my dear river.
thanks very much for the feedback. 🙂
x
thanks for the comment you left on my sight, it was pretty and so is your poem
this is probably one of my favourite poems of yours.. it makes me want to dance with the moon.
tonite there was lighting and no thunder.
i guess not eeryone reads it- but eeryone being general- the “everyone” that matters or is apart of this world that is Lonely Poets xanga site, eh?
I noticed that reading aloud this sounds better than saying in my head. And I had to read it twice to understand and admire the meaning more fully. It is just beautiful! But have you actually seen the northern lights and is it the way you described it?
sorry to sound silly and
be constantly asking you questions…
but how did you box your heart my frend?
its always a small world (after all) it is.
hahaha yeah that poem was probably from when i was starting to write….but yeah it was the beginning hahahaha wootz but thanks though hahaha
Your words never cease to amaze me. You have such an ability to bring to life a scene before my mind’s eye. I agree its even more wonderful read aloud than just in my head. It flows so nicely. This is one of my favorites of yours also.
=TBR=
wow i really like that.
haha and elton john and harley davidson.. what a match haha
good descriptions.
and thanks for the comments – the photo was taken during a day-trip through Grand Haven, Michigan.
may there always be color and light in your world…
i love the kid pic, and im finally gettting a happy feeling again…its awesome.
the descriptions are beautiful…i absolutely adore poems full of vivid details that make you taste, smell, and see every detail. gorgious!
Really nice I enjoyed it. I can feel for the person in this poem the visioning of something and seeing it in your eye and wondering “If only”
Oh, this is a lovely piece. Your voice in this poem is so unique….I actually hear a foreign accent! The way you mention aurora makes me long to see it with my own eyes. I also appreciated your explanation of how this poem came to be. I like doing that too sometimes because the reader doesn’t always know where we are coming from and they need a hand to hold. I am subbing to your site. I feel there is much I can learn from you!
And…thanks so much for your kind comment. Coming from you it’s such a compliment! Muchas Gracias.
“oh that fat old moon too rolled away.” i love this line.
wow. this is gorgeous…….it has sooo much imagery and so many gorgeous lines i can’t pick a favorite. the last few lines are an amazing way to finish it off…but this whole poem is like a treat, this lush trip through all these sensations and images and feelings. beauitful!!! this is truly a masterpiece. yay!
im excited… i got another random comment!! yay!!! anyway… thanks…
-Jess
je ne sais pas.
i do not mind. im as thoreau said ” a transluscent eyeball” i notice how i feel but the feeling doesnt bother me as much as
the fact that im having it.. if that makes any sense.
thank you for your kind words
Very breathtaking and delicate. I like that…being able to take something so small and create it into something more than what it was ever before. You are very talented.
-Gia:)
thanks for the comment and the compliment….your poem is amazing and sounds like something i would write
Hello!
Um…I am sorry to say that I am shutting down my site. I’ll still check on your’s, my dear friend. Continue writing poetry like the one above, and you’ll be as famous as Frost! Goodbye for now.