Serene

by Ray Blue   Apr 14, 2014


We run away from oblivions
Pitch-black past visions
As the rain touches our skin
We are weightless within.

We stare, sometimes a blank stare
Moonbeams bursting through a warm air
Discerning over iced coke and rum
Nailed in silence, moments so calm.

We chase, seemingly lost kites
Soured memories in April nights
Awaiting for the Saharan winds
Spiralling to celestial minds.

We run from the weary times
Hearts tinted stoically sublime
Milleniums of havoc stride
In asylum of pains I denied.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Darren

    Judges comments

    This poem has a professional feel about it. Some fantastic word choice used throughout and I love the rhyming scheme. It is nice to read a good rhyming poem now and again and this is really good. My only gripe is the choice of 'winds' and 'minds'. Now is this 'winds' as in weather or 'winds' as in the turn or wind-up?
    I will chalk that up to artistic licence and maybe a curve ball thrown in purposefully.
    What I would add is that the imagery and intelligence of this piece is superb. So many lines that I wish I had thought of, Just take the last line and enjoy its emotion.
    I also love the 'lost kite chasing', the 'spiralling to celestial minds' and 'Pitch black past visions'.
    Easily worth at least 4 points. Well done.

  • 10 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    I like the images you have drawn and the feelings that touches the heart. Another lovely piece and congratulation on the win.

  • 10 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Sorry I haven't commented earlier. Sadness is clearly presented with your words. I sense a person or for that matter two people, thinking about what had been between them, past memories and how the love is gone, no longer there and how sad they are. Well done. Congratulations on winning.

    • 10 years ago

      by Ray Blue

      Thanks so much Sylvia for the wonderful comment. I never thought it will win. First ever. Thanks so much also to the judges. It means a lot.

      Cheers,
      Ray