Choices

Daffodils

~*~*~

It was the rain that came down,
like a flood of suppressed emotions,
having altercations over which
would be the first drop
to touch the virgin ground.
No kings were born on lands below,
like cabbages waiting to be discovered,
some fortunate to be stolen,
others tossed into salad bowls.
The water drops gathered, merged,
became a face with a million identities,
yet identical in every respect,
meant to be forgotten,
but remembered nonetheless.
Cold to the touch,
like hands held underwater,
and brought to the surface
for the whiff of a breath.
Soaked to the skin,
she could feel the venom travel
softly down the curve of her spine
and disappear.
What more could she do but wait,
taking in the silence of the words
which were never spoken,
but which the rain whispered in her ears?

Centuries passed,
like vows undertaken,
oaths broken,
and friendships betrayed
for the clink of silver,
all in the span of a second.
Used and abused laid the emotions
attached to the end of a string,
with sticks poking through
their heart and their wings.
Yet always,
fingers reached out to mend
the shattering feelings,
fingers that caressed the forsaken soul,
fingers that healed,
fingers that deceived
and dug in deep with their nails.
Puckered up,
for the taming of the sands of time,
that came and washed away
all unwritten rhymes.
She had forgotten what was no more,
or was it that it never existed,
this petty dime for a dozen souls?
There is a fine line
between memories and dreams,
a tiny thread binding perception to fact,
such was the knowledge she had acquired.

Meandering through cervices
of lies and truth,
there was no end to the follies
played by the mind,
giving more than could be given,
and taking endlessly,
as if resources were infinite.
The guillotine is less cruel,
an execution instrument,
a clean swipe and it is over,
unlike the multiple blows,
life hits one with,
even though each one is worth it.
Dragonflies and daffodils,
more like a drop of sunshine,
coming into her life,
but leaving before she could grab it,
and she learned to believe in nothing.
It was hard to believe that one
could be so alone in this vast universe,
stretching on into infinity.
It was hard to comprehend
the magnitude of the fact
that solitude was one’s best friend
on a planet with seven billion souls.
But it was a choice she said,
not an obligation.

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33 thoughts on “Choices”

  1. But it was a choice she said,
    not an obligation…

    Most of what happens is our choice, even the pain and the happiness, it’s sad how sometimes we dip into the misery and it’s almost impossible to let go of the hurt feeling, but when it comes to happiness, strangely we doubt it and oh, how easy we’re ready to abandon it!

    I like the new theme, by the way!

  2. There is a fine line
    between memories and dreams,
    This line leapt out at me, dp, as one which is so, so true.
    Sometimes you reach out to touch reality and it fades away.
    Really sank into this poem, and yes, amongst so many souls we struggle to feel part of it all, to sense ourselves and make our own choices. xPenx

  3. “a tiny thread binding perception to fact,
    such was the knowledge she had acquired.”

    when your sense of trust has been played with so many times, you don’t know whether to look up or down, go sideways, how to trust, whom to trust. Trust is a gift and once stolen it shakes your core, you become weary and yes may end up alone because your perception may drive you mad, but since most are not that forthcoming, hiding behind their own masks and silence, they too end up fooling you…

    man I could go on…anyway, missed you around here have a happy Wednesday!

  4. passion, beauty, eloquence.. all woven into fine imagery that leaves me breathless in admiration at your thought and wordplay. a pleaure to read… thank you.

  5. Right from the beginning- I felt this was how it is with me..
    The last line summed it up all! But it was a choice she said, not an obligation.

    I would dare to say that this is to show a brave face- instead of leaving an opportunity for others to step in n mess around! Let me not tell you that it maybe highly vulnerable..

    Each word gives out a world of meaning.. 🙂
    Hugs xx

  6. Quite a sea of emotion…seems to evoke a feeling of strength in solitude, but to me the times we stand alone by choice are often the ones that cause trouble by not reaching out of shear spite and stubbornness.I am the worlds worst at asking for anything from others…even to the point where I would walk 11 miles rather than ask a friend for a ride but I am slowly learning that others like to feel useful and it hurts them to treat them like they are useless…so I’m trying but it is still hard to do.
    May you be surrounded by friends that look past the solitude and see the light inside you as some of mine have for me… if you are then you are very fortunate! Peace be with you.

  7. But it was a choice she said,
    not an obligation

    We always have a choice in what is right..like you said there is difference between memories & dreams…
    and its thru….we some times have this illusion, on things of the past, being stuck on one side, not knowing how to move on…letting go…
    Your words was so touching……left me wandering……what we do with all those choices we left standing..

    here is my link: http://mypoetrywriting.blogspot.com/2011/04/postcard-from-heaven.html

  8. So `realistically beautiful…..Agree with you completely…
    Love the lines
    ‘It was hard to comprehend
    the magnitude of the fact
    that solitude was one’s best friend
    on a planet with seven billion souls.
    But it was a choice she said,
    not an obligation.’

  9. e read this thursdays posting so don’t bother that’s what i wanted to say but the comp just aint working correctly haha so i jointed where i left off!

  10. Dragonflies and daffodils,
    more like a drop of sunshine,
    coming into her life,
    but leaving before she could grab it,
    and she learned to believe in nothing.—just some of the great lines I liked . No, I confess—I loved all the lines ,the entire thing-don’t now what more to comment .

  11. I believe I need to read this again and again…I felt flooded with the choices and the journey from word to word. This was a GREAT piece of poetry! ~Rose

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