Poetry/Fantasy/Reality
A Raconteur, An Anguish and Goya
Cloud laughs, Piping Cafe, Catching the Ray
“Freedom is not about the size of your cage or power of your wings or non-attachment to a person or a thing. Freedom is about being so truly, madly & deeply attached to your own soul that you can’t bear — if only for a moment, a life that doesn’t honour it” — Andrea Balt.
A*raconteur. An anguish.
little of everything our mind is made of
Neatly poured in a goblet
Swirled to create a concoction so
perfect, it caricatures the shadow of your
own mind,
The sun is see-through…..
The moon is not.
Gushing silver, little intricate black
abstracts,
Holds the secrets it never whispers
to the earth — slowly white, still brown,
You smile at the absence of a smile,
Some words, invisible yet scattered,
The exhibition of satiation quashed
under the weight of famished interior,
The child-in-the-box pops up even when
Forced-covered,
Returning the coat is re-hashing pain,
Naming Cafes a facile passage of time,
In bursts and sliver they appear and vanish, when
winter arrives with its memory load for a tired mind,
Wh..o..o..sh, you rub your eyes of
phosphene, and land in the world of real —
But
When its dark and your mind is
relieved of its mundane,
The cosmic slice you squint at, is your screen…
Reflections change like channels surfed,
Remote AAA-ed,
Your inner laughs don’t cease,
Yesterday is present, soaked
in the memories of the past,
And you marvel at this **Goya…
Pages flutter in secrecy,
Words sway in silence,
Someday to fly away with its hodophilic
soul to a day,
The day I will tell you a story —
A sweet raconteur-ing.
Of anguish.
*Raconteur: Talented Story Teller
**Goya: A story that feels like reality
***Hodophile: Lover of streets
Autumn Cafe: “Of course you feel lost and why wouldn’t you? You are a soulful being looking for fulfillment in a world that is strung out on momentory gratification” — JmStorm
There is a reason we write poetry. Because we have something to say. Which is important to us.
I find it unreal that so many of us so called ‘adults’ find refuge in fantasy to deal with our realities and make them look real, so as to feel that’s happening to us. I delve in my created world of fantasy as an adult more than I did as a child. Life is a circle which brings you back to it’s point of commencement.This poem is a loose continuation of the one I wrote named Cafe-Dreamonic.
Painting: The Chaos Series-Fragments, Acrylic with brush/knife on cold pressed canvas.
A true story of hope and overcoming obstacle by Carolyn Hastings deeply resonated with me. Find her story Here.
Sally A Mortemore and her soft but boisterous commentary on some present event is well documented in her latest outing Pulp-non-fiction.
Nobody reaches a spot without a good reason. Find The-psychology-of-the-greatest-writers-online by Tim Denning , and know why if you haven’t already.Most uplifting writing on ‘writing’ I read this week.
It’s a wrap from Soul Bay. Your engaging, encouraging and inspiring always makes my day!
Leaving you with some scent of autumn from my terrace:
All plants and photo © Monoreena Acharjee Majumdar
