A Waking Sickness Poem by Leah Ayliffe

A Waking Sickness

Rating: 5.0


I found a piece of my heart today
sleeping alone in a foreign land
the shadows turned out to mimic my own guilty hands

I got back a part of my torn up soul
a few melodies that brought me back home
under sheets of warmth I opened up my mind
to let it be filled with the love of those I left behind

I am loved
we are loved
through my body this power runs
and moves until it finds a place
then it dances alive in my heart

My bones brittle and weak under strain
mend in nourishment with their extensive lovely dreams
pouring into crevices of forgotten paths

they grow and grow within and without
like a river of radiance that shines from the flames of the sun
blessing my desert, flooding the drought in the dusty corners of my thoughts.

A glimmering truth coming undone
There is an end where we will meet
There is an end where I will greet the beginning again
with all their love, their love, their love,
overflowing from the girl they're thinking of.

Thursday, November 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 19 May 2015

This sounds like a homecoming, of a reunion and a rediscovery of truths partially forgotten but now fully restored. I'm reminded of the lines at the of Eliot's FOUR QUARTETS: The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. It's the journey out and away, and then circling back that makes such appreciation possible. Your poem makes this truth live again, makes it more than Eliot's direct statement, makes it vibrant with feeling. The repeated THEIR LOVE is ecstatic, cathartic. What a grand effusive climax for your poem!

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Sandra Feldman 27 November 2014

A very beautiful poem filled with nostalgic loneliness and the so very burning desire to be with loved ones again. Poignant and lovely.

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Michael Walkerjohn 27 November 2014

Aloha Leah... Happy Giving Thanks Day! I have a few more moments to check out the dazed posts from the past 24... This is good! Really Good! I must dwell upon your honesty for some time... covertly, this is a bomb... are you Not my main point made in these comments... this is reality... expressed clearly, with precision... thank you profoundly... all of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.

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