Whirling Dervish
I do miss you
sometimes
when I feel like the world is collapsing around me
crumbling
like my face crumples and the tears start falling, silent daggers zigzagging down my cheeks….tears of blood, that hang at the edge of the pinnacle of the glacier…gleaming in the light..
the eerie greyness that filters through the small window high up in the wall…illuminating, in the shadows, the crimson droplets, that stand out against the grey canvas,
the canvas that is personified in blacks and whites, but mostly streaks of blurred grey
the paint is lumpy, with sharp edges at some points….a series of peaks and valleys….the highs and lows of the mistakes I’ve made….
positive experiences are not represented in my painting…they do not exist in the dictionary of my life…my charts, readings recorded only measure the depth of my stupidity, my raging daredevil behaviour, my tendency to jump without thinking…and each bruise on my heart , each scar…is a permanent reminder…
stellar fireflies light patterns that I am to follow, as dusk falls and envelopes me in its security…the west wind blows, the seclusion almost chilling…yet, it is comforting to know…that the afterlife will be just as lonely as my painting of the path I have created for myself
like a whirling dervish, I streak across the silver sands strewn into the horizon
I twirl and turn and spin, against the wind, almost as if trying to exorcise the pain, in desperate attempt to exhume the devil infused in my soul…. trying to shed the acid dipped leaves that create this restlessness in my mind…
…I fall to my knees in defeat…
…the pain becomes too much, the blazing sun makes my grey sands burn my knees as i fall on them, agony burning red hot streaking right through my very being…
like the tears of the phoenix, my pearly drops soothe my wounds for little while, and i drag myself up, and start over….
…if only to hold on to my peace of mind…
…but I hear a tinkle in the still of the lonely desert…
a crack….a smattering of shattered glass…and I realise it is my heart that is breaking…
the dam over flows, and i weep tears i have held back , swallowed, and downed..
unconsciousness blissfully takes over….and the setting sun leaves my silhouette aglow, the wind caresses my cheeks….the picture dims into blackness…and I am alone…
the sands shift…but my form lies still…
…I am no more
Category: Poems
A very “free” form of poetry,
It’s more a collection of throughts than verses.
I didn’t understand it entirely.The poetess has expressed frustration in a lyrical manner.How is the title related to the “poem”?
**like a whirling dervish, I streak across the silver sands strewn into the horizon
I twirl and turn and spin, against the wind, almost as if trying to exorcise the pain, in desperate attempt to exhume the devil infused in my soul…. trying to shed the acid dipped leaves that create this restlessness in my mind…**
dervishes whirl – which means they spin round and round faster and faster and faster , till everything is a blur
the same way, the poetess, ie, me, is showing her life as a series of wrongs, and she spins faster and faster to try and remove the stains of sin from her life by making it all a blur…