Behind the curtain

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The bloodstained heart,
the hollow soul and mute stare
of seclusion long to find out
what’s behind the curtain.

I caress the edge of light and dark
taking a few minutes to read the stars,
believe distance can’t stop what’s
meant to be and when unraveled the
universe mere thoughts become things.

Like wind driven clouds, my mind’s eye
leapt forward, eager to embrace life’s
trials and tribulations, sliding along the
highway of dreams. And though curtain
lowered and curtain rose, I found myself
readying for what stood between.

 

Photo credits: Jolygram

Posted for ‘Sanaa’s Challenge’ @ Real Toads

and posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub

60 thoughts on “Behind the curtain

  1. Magyar says:

    Grand_!
    __ Hunkered behind the curtains, we peer beyond; behind, beyond and begin, are often the same avenue.

    this cavern
    sun crawls into its darkness
    ideas begin

    _m

  2. Bjorn says:

    This is a favorite of mine… how well you used the metaphor of that curtain, both as separation and bridge. Well done

  3. Amaya says:

    I sense a veil falling, but a slow fall by which you’re savoring the beauty of the silken sheen of illusions one final time. It’s a beautiful transformation. And this is my favorite part:
    “…when unraveled the
    universe mere thoughts become things.”

  4. Alison Hankinson says:

    I felt compelled to read this several times. I loved the inevitability of it sll.
    I caress the edge of light and dark
    taking a few minutes to read the stars,
    believe distance can’t stop what’s
    meant to be .
    Wonderful words. XXX

  5. scott hastie says:

    Dear Sanaa, I always enjoy anticipating the essential romanticism in your work – just up my street… And once again you certainly don’t disappoint here… And this is exactly where many a yearning soul find themselves – readying themselves for what’s stood between… Terrific!

  6. kaykuala says:

    I found myself
    readying for what stood between

    A lot more happens in between that makes life more interesting!
    Nothing sad about the curtain call then. Very true Sanaa!

    Hank

  7. Old Egg says:

    The picture told a story itself and with your words I felt empowerment was being born from abuse. Mind you I read the strangest things in others words Sanaa so laugh, cry or scream as appropriate.

  8. Jim says:

    I like how you shifted the mood of your poem, from doom and despair to rationalizing what might be and ending with a dash of “sunny” (hope): “Like wind driven clouds, my mind’s eye leapt forward, eager to embrace life’s trials and tribulations, sliding along the highway of dreams. …” Nice write, nice and fun prompt, Sanaa.
    ..

  9. Magaly Guerrero says:

    Barriers can be both beginnings and endings, and in your poem they are both. I like that. I like thinking that fate and what the speaker decides to do with hers is not set on stone.

  10. Kerry says:

    I like the way each stanza increases in length as you develop your motif. The final image is most memorable: both the rising and falling of the curtain and life goes on in between.

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