REFLECTIONS I WORDS
An Idyllic Diorama
Unmooring the anchors
The clouds cloaked the sky,
I strove untying the memories,
The jumbled tendrils of my soul.
I gazed up seeking respite,
The moored boats —
An idyllic diorama,
Yet was a suffocating charm.
I returned to the task of unfastening.
Memories viscid, tenacious,
Refused release.
Melancholy shrouded,
Distant greens donned a somber shade —
Nature’s spirit fettered.
Still I persisted
In the arduous endeavor,
Refusing to surrender.
Disentangling threads of moments
And the thoughts amassed.
With every thread I pulled,
Memories bared
Tangled recollections —
Benignity masked a ruse so shrewd,
Unawares it ambushed.
My consciousness —
A hibernating bear
Was in a dormant slumber,
My heart in disarray —
I steeled my resolve to confront,
Forcefully untethered the barb of guile,
Agony seethed.
I hurled the barbs
Into the streaming river
With resolute strength,
As if shackles breaking,
letting go.
The barbs drifted away.
I knocked my being loud,
Roused consciousness from repose,
Eyes widened,
Mind’s door ajar.
Epiphanies cascaded
Like a waterfall.
A resurrected spirit,
Soaring on wing.
With newfound ardor,
I charted my journey.
A pristine sky,
Boats unmoored
They swayed
Ready for the voyage —
An idyllic diorama,
No more a suffocating charm.
© Manali Mitra 2023. All Rights Reserved.
Doro Volkova touched me with her a poignant piece on yearning love and profound ache of solitude. “Would we drink wine on my balcony as the sun retires? Would you make my eyes smile? Could I read you Nabokov, and would you understand?”
Somsubhra Banerjee “trying to find closure, reasoning, and hope amidst the darkness, a thin slicker of hope…” in this moving poem.
