What I fancy
is what I do not have.
All stored in drowning drains of desires
floating in brittle baskets of my brain.
They live inside me,
cannot survive without me,
die disillusioned sometimes
due to the frivolity of my fancies.
What I fancy -
too fanciful beyond imagination.
No wonder, I lose them to eternity,
floating specs of dust
let loose in the horizon.
My illegitimate wishes
undeserving of my stature,
burn forever in the glistening whirlpool of creation.
Prompt: FANCY
'I lose them to eternity,
ReplyDeletefloating specs of dust
let loose in the horizon'....touching words indeed.
Hi Beyni,
ReplyDeleteSo nice to see you here. And loved it that you liked the poem....
I guess this is where we feel eternity. In the whirlpools of creation.
ReplyDeletelove your poem. You expressed this thought very well!
thank you
Thanks dear Hope. Feeling eternity becomes possible when we realize that we cannot get all that we want and also get what we did not think we would ever get...
ReplyDeleteShail,
ReplyDeleteI have found your blog page via Poets United.
This poem Fancy, is a very nice, dreamy, wishful thinking read. Very pleasant!
Best wishes,
Eileen
Beautiful words you've woven here. I love the rhythm in each verse. Lovely imagery and style as well.
ReplyDeletebeautifully written- the first 2 lines- so true for so many...
ReplyDelete//too fanciful beyond imagination//
ReplyDelete//burn forever in the glistening whirlpool of creation.
// I so loved these lines... so brilliantly expressed.
Shail, your use of alliteration and internal rhyme is very good.
ReplyDeleteThe poem itself, touching. I'm going to scroll down and check out Halloween now - the graphic is great!
Peace, Amy Barlow Liberatore
We all have those wants and desires that will never be fulfilled. Sometimes these are what keep us going.
ReplyDeleteThis looks and feels so good.. well said..
ReplyDeleteThank you Eileen. I am glad you liked the poem which yes, conveys the very aspect of wishful thinking...
ReplyDeleteThanks Write Girl. Your lovely comments are really appreciated.
ReplyDeleteThank you Patti. Yes, certain things that we fancy are indeed not ours. How we long for something that we cannot get....
ReplyDeleteagree,
ReplyDeleteI fancy what I dream of...
cute image,
apt poem.
Yes Shail, this is beautiful...:-)
ReplyDeleteThe fancy thoughts here are very true...
"my illegitimate wishes, undeserving of my stature"..i like this line, maybe i am like that..i fancy for things i can't afford... :-)
Thank you Eileen. I am glad you liked the poem which yes, conveys the very aspect of wishful thinking...
ReplyDeletebeautifully written- the first 2 lines- so true for so many...
ReplyDeleteThanks dear Hope. Feeling eternity becomes possible when we realize that we cannot get all that we want and also get what we did not think we would ever get...
ReplyDelete'I lose them to eternity,
ReplyDeletefloating specs of dust
let loose in the horizon'....touching words indeed.