~ Iced Road

~ All is a Paradox, I am a Paradox

~ Iced Road

 

 

In a dream, in which I found myself

I hiked somewhere, I have never been

Everything so distant, it blurred my sight

Like black blindness darkened the light

You were invisible, and not seen.

 

 

The road of snow was heavy and long

The colored sky, and the clouds among

I never would find the way back home

And also, I forgot my mobile phone

But I just knew, I loved it here, all alone.

 

 

It seemed, I weren't in the modern times;

This world was just created in my mind

All was the opposite way, and in despite.

The snowy road, not even was long and white

My unconscious just loved to hide?

 

 

Was I in another century? I was not sure;

Fragments, of people flashed my mind

Nothing was glamorous here, no mankind

I was simple, like a statue, standing sometimes still

And sleepwalked the iced road by my own will

 

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Reviews

[Foxemerald]

Hi Elisa,

I read this poem a few weeks ago, and touched gently on its surface. Just now I have revised, and can make no excuses for my delay. I am exceedingly sorry for neglecting you, and hope that you might forgive me. I suppose that I am like a bird that flits in and out of your lovely pieces, catching them at their finest moments- there are do many. Perhaps I am really constrained through wish to spend the proper time with every good quality these pieces have to offer, when I land.

This one is particularly strong. It has a certain air, speaks to a certain notion- it is unique. I think I would describe this piece as ethereal, but its form of uniqueness does not come from that trait alone. The lightness of the words inspire the mind to a greater wisdom. You bring awareness to the other worlds in which we live; this is done on a daily level. What you have essentially captured is a 'fragment,' of thought. The fabric of the mind is so interesting to examine: it almost has a scientific thought to it. A little purple cloud seems to pass through its content . . . as it floats by we can see and touch something rare, and then it lifts . . . What fine talent you have, my friend. I will be back for you soon, my lovely friend.

XoXo ~

Hi Brooke,

Thank you my dear dear friend, for leaving such a thoughtful, and heartfelt review for me, I know how you are, and I can only appreciate it the most! Your reviews, always make my day, they are beyond good, and you truly feel the essence and meaning of my poetry. I'm off and on too, when it's summer I try to enjoy the outside world, and I gain new inspiration to write, so no, I don't blame you at all, be as free with me as you like, I know we always come back to each other.
And I will for your stunning works too. This meant the world to me, truly. Sending hugs, and love Brooke, take good care. ((YOU)) xx

[Frieda P]

Haunting and ethereal, this is the perfect piece of art, it all comes together in perfect harmony, muchly welcomed on this steamy night...the stillness is palpable, simply stunning introspection Elisa! xo

Thank you Fri for this wonderful review, loved you said, introspection dear... so true.. ((HUGS))

[Frieda P]

Ahh yes I could see you always bare your heart and soul in your poetry sweetie. xo

You know me well, and that's beautiful.... as do you! dearest. xxx

[Frieda P]

To me, that IS poetry, if I don't 'feel' it, I can't relate to the words, yours are always a taste treat! xo

Exactly... to me too. It must be felt to the bones... sometimes we write with tears, other times with a smile from ear to ear, but it's us, in all ways. (that's the beauty of it)... so are you! pure genious!! xoxo

*genius .... ;) xo

[Frieda P]

Delizioso davvero, hope I got that right, you know my dialect is not proper! MWAH! xo

I perfectly understood! I love your dialect :D:D muwah!! xx

[Frieda P]

Oh good, when I was in Italy everyone had a grand laugh, I thought the little I could speak was proper Italiano, so many dialects! :) xo

Yes, true, I loved it when I was in Taranto, and everyone spoke Tarantino's lol, they really just yelled it seemed, and danced with words hah! was too funny. And in Naples it's even worser... but it has so much charm. We should talk a time soon! then I can imitate you the dialects lol x

[Frieda P]

My mother was born in Italy and when we went to Florence she didn't understand them! lol...all you need to know is how to talk with your hands really, and mangiare! ;) x

Ha! yes, so true, you will learn it with hands and food lol... that's how I learned it too! but it's getting rusty, I must talk soon to my Italian friends again... xxx ;)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I think getting aways from this techonlogical world and sometimes and fretting back to the basic beauties this world has to offer is good for the soul. Beautifully penned.

Why thank you for the heartfelt and kind review my friend :) I appreciate you.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are most welcome… you are much appreciated in kind.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Gorgeous with a splendor all its own. I didn't like the mobile phone line.

Thank you Alfred for your opinion and words, I appreciate it. (yes that line was there to show the modern world, simplicity is needed, and to be back to the core of ones being).

[Alfred Kukitz]

So be it Elisa!

[Sasha]

"Like black blindness darkened the light
You were invisible, and not seen."

Amazing!

Ha, now that's funny we were reviewing each other on the same time lols... thank you dearheart for the kind words -xx-

[Sasha]

no way ?! lol! Awesome ! =D

[Sasha]

You are most welcome :)

Haha yeah, and I come by for more.... (=

[Sasha]

Thank you ! =D

My pleasure :) :)

[joshua deathdealer]

I love it. lol Very deep and complex yet it still carries the reader lightly through to duplicate the dreamscape..... Your references to mobile phones and glamorous nothings speaks to me that these material things are just that material. Life is full, maybe fuller without what we are shown we need for a happier life through TV and media.

These same references made me wish a more simple, statuesque time. When conversations where more intricate and connecting on all levels. More time was put into those around you because they where all you had. When we had more of a connection for nature and through this knowledge a bigger appreciation for life..

I admired how you willed to stayed. Willing to explore this frigid dream to unearth something greater. xx

Josh, I didn't knew you were online bud... and thank you so much for taking the time, to really understand this one, you do always. We once lived without these technology, and maybe deeper than we do now. My dream could be also to long back to those precious times yes, thank you. You are so right, you made me think now even more about it. Exactly hence your ending, it's a true moment of standing "still" and be aware of all the things around you, with all senses open to interpretation, and letting all in. xx Thank you so much, do you have written anything new yet? :)

[joshua deathdealer]

Standing still and awareness are key. Hey. Your are quite welcome. (: I'm working on one but not posted yet. Tomorrow perhaps. I read this one last night and had a chance to mull it over. It's brilliant dear. xx

I'm excited to read that one... It will be brilliant for sure. :) Thank you so much again. Your words I treasuer my dear dear friend xx

* Your words I treasure oops... lol

[joshua deathdealer]

It's been somewhat of an emotional journey I must say..writing it. But all poetry is. Thank you and I treasure you bestie. xx

Yes, I believe that ((HUGS)) hence your subject you told me about... it's a pretty hard experience, and yes, all poetry is, especially your beautiful poetry. Truly me too beste xx

[realmwriter]

I've actually walked down a few iced roads and sometimes I liked that feeling of being completely alone in the cold without so much as a whisper to escape my throat and warm my lips. My dreams usually catch me off guard and could hardly be called dreams at all, but if this where my dream, it would have been most pleasant. Very well done Elisa.

Thank you D. I had a long time, I didn't dreamt at all, or hardly could remember my dreams, but they are very vivid the last years, and I believe there is a coming a change, when that's happening somehow. Lovely you walked Iced Roads, I do always here in the North in winter time, (maybe I just yearn for winter) for me the most inspirational season to write. The feeling of being completely alone, is one I adore, like you. Thank you so much for your words here.

[realmwriter]

You are most welcome Elisa.

[Lydia Shutter]

It is very difficult to interpret a dream. Sure, there are dream dictionaries and there are people who swear they can foretell the future from dreams. It seems you were escaping from a lover....perhaps because he was cold and ungiving? You left your mobile phone at home....perhaps he was being uncommunicative? No matter what the reason for the dream of for the poem, it is written well and was a pleasure to read. I liked the rhyme scheme. Lydi**

Thank you so much for helping me analyzing this dream, I so appreciate that Lydi, I've pondered all those questions too. :) maybe it's just my need to be free, and to have my alone time now in a while. Life is such as dreams are mostly Paradoxes, but most interesting. Many Knuffels! -xx- :) Thank you...

[Lydia Shutter]

So many incongruities in life...and I think in dreams they all appear and dance! LOL Don't try to figure it out...just write about it. ***

Yes, true, our subconscious just love to dance there... for it's a road that's free, and releases all that's with our conscious maybe not possible. LOL haha, omg, I will not try to figure out all lol... of my dreams ;) ;) if you know what I mean... hah! xx

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, sweet friend, I do!

[Aethereal]

When we remain within a dream too long, we take it for granted thus turning it into a dull reality. In truth, anywhere that we happen to be may be felt as a dream world that we are experiencing for the first time. What makes children a joy to be around is that they always seem astonished by their surrounding environment, an astonishment that we lose at childhood’s end.

Thank you my friend for you most valuable interpretation, and insights, towards my scribble, I loved to read your words. :)

[Aethereal]

You're welcome!