Pain and foreboding, swirl as though twin shadows
I observe one’s sandstone while the other’s tea rose.
They attack me with means to probe my conscience,
I battle them off flashing one of my winsome smiles.
Once you have dealt with feelings that nudge harder,
than necessary, close your eyes and take deep breath.
‘Let your mind dance to the mellifluous call of wind,
flail your arms out wide and embrace the moonlight,
and know, you light up my life with your presence.’
Photo credits:Β WikiArt
Few things fight the uglies as fiercely as a smile, especially if it has teeth in it. π
Definitely β€οΈ thank you so much, Magaly π so glad you liked it β€οΈ
I subscribe to that.. pain and foreboding do have colours!
Definitely β€οΈ thanks for stopping by, Rajani π
“Let your mind dance to the mellifluous call of wind,
flail your arms out wide and embrace the moonlight,”
doesn’t seem so hard to do – maybe I’ll jump into that image – the colors certainly “lift” me up.
Thank you so much, Margaret π so glad you liked it β€οΈ
Whilst I am certain your smile would assail any negative impulse I have found it to be to my own benefit to welcome in those visitors and listen to them, rather than battle them. The fight only seems to give them wings in my case.
Thank you so much, Paul π so glad you liked it β€οΈ
I like your strategy!
Thank you so much, Rosemary π so good to see you β€οΈ
Such an interesting blend of contrasts in your poem. I like the way the quoted words become a focal point to offset negative emotion, rather like the moon which draws the eye in the painting.
Thank you so much, Kerry π so glad you liked it β€οΈ
(and thank you for such a wonderful prompt π )
Dancing flailing your arms about will scare the demons away. They’ll think you’re a loony π (giggles)
Bwahahahaha β€οΈ love that idea! π Thanks for stopping by, Cressida β€οΈ
I’m ready to “flail your arms out wide and embrace the moonlight” or get rocked by its cradle and hear the wind as a lullaby.
Thank you so much, Colleen π so glad you liked it β€οΈ
Your smiles go a long way too. And read him some of your “mellifluous” poetry to him others. Sweet music to a man’s soul, both. Better than the ‘harp’.
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Thank you so much, Jim π so good to see you β€
Oh, the power in a smile can certainly change things.
Thank you so much, Susie π so glad you liked it β€
we always pay homage to that inviting spring moon, don’t we?
Definitely β€ thanks for stopping by, Michael π
So good when there is someone to light up your life,
Anna :o]
Thank you so much, Anna π so good to see you β€οΈ
This feels like a poem of encouragement, from one who fought off their demons with a battle ready smile on her face, to another, in need of a heartening smile to deal with their battles.
Awww!β€οΈ Thank you so much, Rommy π so glad you liked it!β€οΈ
(You interpret my poems so nicely!)