As I walk through the graveled paths
When the stinging stones speak to me
Of the pain thrust on trampling feet
I see you in the unlit alleys of my memory
As the wind blows from a covert hide out
Twisting and shaking the branches of trees
Causing them to break and fly off the trunk
I see you in the torn pages of my life’s tome
As I listen to the song of lone birds
And their doleful notes fall in my ears
I am jolted out of my bohemian ways
And feel a plaintive tone floating to me
Wandering along the sprawling beach
As I hear the roar of waves
And when a humdrum of voices fills me
I hear your voice distinct like the beat of my heart
Like the pain at a needle point that shall always be
Like an intruder, nudging to steal the inner space
Like the small tremors after a fateful seismic quake
I now know that in me you stay like sleeping fury
Even when I walked away from you
You stubbornly stuck to me
Like a leech tenaciously clinging to the skin
Oh! How hard I struggle to get you off!
A well-written poem, Valsa-ji. Your note under it explains it well. Yes, a bohemian will certainly have too many memories to haunt him throughout his life. (10)
Original and with great insight you have delved into the man's innermost inferno of thoughts of an intrusion from his ex lover who haunts his every moment, distracting him from his carefree ways like a sleeping fury! Superb write!
I see you in the torn pages of my life’s tome. wonderful! I can not understand how do the people forget. You have crafted the poem with your inner soul. Beautiful melancholic soothing write. Congratulations for this master piece job because I know poetry can not be written whenever desired. It is the gift of God.. Thanks and regards.
its so disturbing when we struggle to forget someone and still unable to do it. It literally haunts like a sleeping fury, taking away the inner peace, u neither live nor die, and only in the thoughts u lie.
Its my line of thought too. Anybody with whom we had shared love is very hard to clear off from our mind totally. A good poem worth remembering....10
Even when I walked away from you You stubbornly stuck to me Like a leech tenaciously clinging to the skin Oh! How hard I struggle to get you off! .......so true. Touching expression with nice theme. Your poet's note brings a clear picture of the theme of the poem. A brilliant poem shared astutely.10
Isn't this poetic justice.! ! ! The man is unable to erase his lady love's image or rid from his conscious her gentle face. I'm kinda thinking it serves him right to treat genuine love so shabby. Often walking away from love doesn't necessarily mean the person is erased from our or their memory. When the person walked away from is unable to release the person in their thoughts they can project their thoughts and desires on the person long gone and the other person can sense it. Almost like when we are thinking about someone and they ring up, or turn up in our life again or visit all of a sudden. Hoping this haunting stirs this man to man up ask pardon from this lady. A well written descriptive poem of this man's torment.
as for the Poet's Notes: yeah, sometimes even when a man succeeds at getting away from a woman, she still manages to haunt him. creepy! ! [maybe drop the of from in front of her memory? hmmm? maybe.] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - as for the poem: those stinging stones (nice alliteration by the way) sure have a lot of nerve speaking up that way! i am somewhat bohemian. and, did you know: there is a bird called a Bohemian Waxwing? favorite stanza so far: Wandering along the sprawling beach As I hear the roar of waves And when a humdrum of voices fills me I hear your voice distinct like the beat of my heart - - - - - - - - - - well, better a 'sleeping fury' than an 'awake fury', i always say! yes, women certainly can be leeches, but so can men! not me of course. i flee at the slightest provocation, never to return! (semi-joking) then i start looking again! ! (not joking, usually) bri :)
Even when I walked away from you You stubbornly stuck to me Like a leech tenaciously clinging to the skin Oh! How hard I struggle to get you off! Everyone has a sleeping fury in his heart, if conscious is strong this sub conscious memory remains dormant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That undesirable character who clung like a leach is still unforgettable and is seen in nature's every move. Then I realize it is part of oneself - the sleeping fury. Beautifully rendered.