Roses for the Madhouse
1.
night of bells and
soldiers,
circles drawn or imagined
in blue light
my laughter spreads
from
dream to dream
lie down by my side
in this
valley of sounds
and listen to my confessions,
covered
in sand and rose.
2.
naked or in ornaments,
the prayer looks
for a way
through flowers and
electromagnets
through
the ruins of our strange affair
the prayer
looks for a way
to remove the dust
of nights
from
our eyes
soft wooden
nights,
haunted gardens,
and sea waves that answered
to our white call,
last August.
3.
roses
in the eyes of the new born,
leaves in the wind,
a city of peace
shining
call me by another name.
4.
miracles in the rain,
I discover you
at dawn,
on a bridge across
the blue layers
of time
and song
faith of the phoenix.
5.
you speak to animals
with touch
you survey the secrets
of glow worms
bride of heat,
we meet as the earth
puts to rest
its
questions
of love and fury.
6.
haunted
by my own songs,
running from the cavemen
who live in
these poems,
who make sudden noises
in the corners
of sleep,
I wonder
if I should write
even a word more
who should I blame
for these scenes from a mad mansion?
7.
spring time.
forgive.
desire and
third thoughts.
forgive.
a rebellion in chains.
forgive.
ruthless your art.
forgive.
the last colour
of peace.
8.
snow
in your eye,
milk horoscopes
forget my stories
summer shall bring
a woodpecker
in blue.
12 comments:
Hey,Inam! This is hauntingly beautiful...Amazing..
beautiful...disturbingly so...and yet so very soothing...
"and listen to my confessions,
covered
in sand and rose."
love these lines.
summer did bring a wood pecker in blue...
through flowers and
electromagnets
through
the ruins of our strange affair
loved the style, flow,emotions,
ya the all in all the best package
""who should I blame
for these scenes from a mad mansion?
faith of the phoenix.""
"enigma"...relief...wondrous...cathartic...poetry...poetry...poetry!
ti's, your poem, ti's a gem!
"and listen to my confessions,
covered
in sand and rose."
wow!
actually dis mad mansion dwells in all of us...ur work makes me think.
Like always,ur work is striking, mesmerizing.
Eerie and sublime.A bit nostalgic in terms of flashbacks.Great voodoo imageries in here.I also loved the wide gamuts and series of flickering images.
Should i call you Ishmael Inam!!???felt a strange kind of circling halo inside my bones..gosh!!
and what happend to the moon last august inam??
Loved it in parts, found it beautiful and disturbing in others. And then there were electromagnets which I simply didn't get!
u're gettin dere.
Quite a long one by your standards.
Liked it for the way in which it spewed abstract images of redemptions and reunions.
Some parts appealed more than the others stanzas 1 and 7 for instance.
through
the ruins of our strange affair
and I am stuck here, I keep repeating this unfinished line to myself and I can't forget it, nor move on.
Parts of this poem are just sheer genius.
'miracles in the rain,
I discover you at dawn,
on a bridge across the blue layers of time and song'
This stanza is lovely. Haunting imagery. Lovely alliteration.
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