Expectations

Very few blooms

When the rope of isolation tighten
Mind crawls like a spider
Jumps to the far away future
Connecting with colorful thin threads
Making patterns so beautiful
Expect the best, chances;
Predators eye falls on
Cutting and rampaging the patterns
Realises, those cobwebs are not real
The present stands still
Moving unnoticed
Crawling through strange paths
Forbidden for ones desires

Reviews

[Relic]

Ah yes, the mind will crawl like a spider when isolated. What a great concept this poem is. Isolation has affected us in ways we were never exposed to before. How disappointing it can be to have hopes suddenly dashed the way they were today for people in the UK knowing they must remain in lockdown.

This is a strong poem that touches the emotions and reminds the reader of feelings they to must have felt in the past. Lets hope the future is brighter for all of us, whether affect by covid-19 or any other impediment to happiness.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I was inspired by how time moved and didn't move. It seemed that there was a wholeness that was brought to my attention. The visuals were stunning. Great piece.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend

[Patricia]

Moving but not, present prevents the future and ones desires, I think we all feel this way at some point and time but with current events we all feel the same thing together and never have we had so much in common, don’t ya think? I like this piece

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the mind jumps but the heart is stationary...
seclusion ties the rope around our freedom...
and the rope is made of lonely cord.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend