There are only shadows –
no substance
to an evaporating world.
Time has etched its purpose upon my soul,
eroding away all vestiges of hope,
and life has written the score
of a melancholy tune
upon my heart.
The way forward
is now obscure –
for the path is overgrown with weeds
and bracken.
Yet
looking towards the sun,
do I see a new dawn on the horizon,
a world of promise?
Through blurred eyes -
a mirage unfolds
in the distance.
A mirage that may transport you into a shangri-la land of fine poetry. You can do it with your glorious sonnets, just believe
The way forward is now obscure... Eyes are blurred when you look toward the sun. Maybe the mirage will get clear and a path to a green land will be seen. Thank you for a nice poem posing the problem.
a very good write Valerie. through burred eyes a mirage unfolds. good quote. enjoyed
Without hope of a brighter future we have little to look forward to and even less to live for, perhaps the mirage is a good omen, nicely written......
there is always hope for tomorrow. through blurred eyes a mirage unfolds.
Valerie, no matter what type of poetry you write, you have no peers. I love this piece. Thank you for sharing, and for your friendship.
At the end of the tunnel there is light! A new dawn waits to be unfolded! So dispel all gloom and look Eastward! ! As ever, beautiful! !
A beautiful poem, there is always a way forward, we sometimes just have to take a different path. A great write.
Mirage is a beautiful write, VALERIE! VERY DEEP PHILOSOPHICAL POEM WHICH I ENJOYED!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love how you can so easily switch from a much more classical style to a very free and yet still poetic form. Some modern poetry is like prose but this, your Mirage certainly is not like prose. Mirage communicates, as poetry should, the deepest feelings where words, thoughts and vivid images come together as one., using a personal form for it all. Very nice