The Attys 2012 Collection (Competitors)

Free Verse: Reminiscent Shadows

Free Verse: Reminiscent Shadows

Meandering--nature's lost dancer comes in--the Sweet wind; 

Twirling around my body and soul; enticing my wearied skin. 

She dances to the symphonious patters of rain's gentle, belling maracas 

And to its incessantly rhythmic  

                                        Drip 

                                                               Drip

As cackles to life the lightning, with sonorous thunders distinct:

A wild melody of mild highs and deep lows;

Tolling me into a lulling sleep inside my tender soul... 

Until I gracefully awaken, in a place of familiar, enigmatic shadows... 

One where my ghost's feet traipses in, in wonder every now and again; 

Unbinding cruel time's cruel laws. 

A place where, my eyes glaze over the houses and the homes 

Lined up in neat rows; 

They rest alone, forsaken and forlorn; 

While the roads and alleys lay bare to me; filled with people of smoke. 

And I... 

I trail along paths known, yet unknown... 

Living in a beautiful past--dangerously dear and yet, still so far apart--

With the chimes of a distant counting clock.

One that never leaves my mind alone... 

To each their histories own. 

Strokes of laughter enthral my waiting ears from hidden here's and there's, 

As swishes beside my unseen form, someone like me--

In a group of Belles with laughing lips and wild strewn hairs. 

Yet, upon me calling their names, only pitiful silence echoes

And them being the hurricanes they were, 

Simply don't care to wait too long. 

I walk(ed) away. 

Shimmers of warmth engulf me whole as comes in sight an amiable face 

And I smile in utmost pain...

I am forgotten. 

The shadows of my past have their own individual paces;

I'm the only one, who tries to yet connect the faded dots with delicate laces. 

And then comes to me my unavowed second home with chipped, wooden floors

Where trudged everyday (with secret smiles and impatient hearts) 

Some four hundred or so pairs of feet--small and wide--in prim black shoes;

Ready for another dreary day of eight to three, with indulging breaks in between. 

And when bitter winters used to cut our world in a cloud of silvery white gem,

Gorgeous snowballs of harmony became the new greeting of friends. 

Yet now, even as I stand in the middle, with desperate, arms open wide- 

Never does hit me, that sneaky snowball of delight. 

And there's no one here with me, to bring me an exasperated batter; 

When my ghost's feet creates upon the shining floors a muddy colour... 

And splits me open again my yesteryears with a lovingly merciless, 

Unknowingly anticipated cutter!

The picturesque nightmare of wondrous times forbidden--

A personal black and white movie, never-ending in its transcendental misery--

A place where I'm merely a shadow; blending with my own history. 

Oh, my memories, oh, my memories... 

Your siren's calls are fading; turning a pitiful, painful blue. 

Or have your mesmeric arms, where time itself shuts its clock down, 

Turned me cold and of a grey, drab hue? 

What can my yearning heart do? 

I don't know... 

I never knew... 

I'll never know. 

My heart is an empty, longing whirlpool of a pit, 

Which doesn't have a lid; not one which ever fits. 

Digging deeper, all I see is a never-ending ocean;

One that pulls me  

   Down 

     Down 

         Down

Into its torrents of stormy currents of the past galore... 

Meandering--nature's lost dancer comes in--the Seducing wind; 

Swirling around my body and soul; dancing upon my wistful skin. 

She dances to the symphonious patters of rain's gentle, belling maracas 

And to its incessantly rhythmic  

                                          Drip 

                                                                  Drip

As cackles to life another lighting, with roaring thunders distinct; 

The melody driving shards of fire across my leaden bones; 

Awakening me away from dear, corrosive shadows towards friendly foes... 

Funny how, I was gone for a single thunder strike, 

But in my land of reminiscent shadows, 

I lived my lost lifetime...