May 10, 2015

Losing My Soul

Losing my soul in the stillness of night,
I let myself wander in her silent voices,
her icy hands gesturing,
calling me to hold them.

I slowly give in to her temptations,
as if she is a healer,
her spell works upon me,
losing my light, I walk deeper into her world,
and see her darkness rising in me.
 Brooke Shaden Photography

15 comments:

  1. The night as a temptress.. What a wonderful image.

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  2. This is deep Vandana... losing ourselves in darkness... hopefully finding ourselves again in the light xox

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  3. So liberating way to heal! Magical...

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  4. The night is often a time for reflection.. for spirit bath..! You have captured the essence of this quite well :D

    Beautifully penned..!
    xoxo

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  5. What a dreamy poem. I like that it is layered in varied images. Not sure I trust this visitor???

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  6. there is a vivid issue of healing as a result of the surrender and the reader is caught now in an inbreath

    have a nice Tuesday

    much love...

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  7. Beautifully said, painting a vivid scene.

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  8. Oh... those icy hands were a dead give-away! No healer there!

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  9. Your words pair beautifully with the photo prompt.

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  10. The long, dark night of the soul wonderfully captured!

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  11. Lovely use of personification!

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  12. Wow. That's a wonderful take on night!

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  13. The silent voices of the night are worth listening to...

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  14. but somehow this "long dark night" seems to be soothing. Loosing the light for reflective darkness... seems somehow healing here. I'm not sure if that is what you were getting at, though.

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