Thursday, 16 May 2019

A LINE OF FIRE

It takes an eternity to decide
to move one way or another;
an infinity of maybes and what ifs.

A bird muscles her way
through a series of calls,
like twanging rubber bands on repeat.

Nothing helps a human
to make a decision,
with clarity.

Everything is obscured.
We are a series of obfuscations,
an infinity of chaos.

Yesterday, my tears were a hurricane.
Today, I am sitting in a stripe of sun.

Tomorrow, the purpose I sought
will greet me at my door,
and welcome me home.

© Shaista Tayabali, 2019
For Dverse Poetry

(Auguste Rodin, The Dancer, 1913. Kettle’s Yard)

8 comments:

Arcadia Maria said...

Lovely written poem. Thanks for sharing.

Frank Hubeny said...

I like the idea of the purpose greeting you.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

From tears to stripe of sun, we move through our days and decisions, one by one. I love the bird, muscling her way along. Is that your bright light-filled room, in the photo?

Astrid's Words said...

I love how your words inspire hope that there is more and purpose will meet with us again.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is incredibly poignant!❤️ I especially love; "Yesterday, my tears were a hurricane. Today, I am sitting in a stripe of sun."

perveenart said...



'... Yesterday, my tears were a hurricane.
Today, I am sitting in a stripe of sun.

Tomorrow, the purpose I sought
will greet me at my door,
and welcome me home.'

What a wonderful gift of words.

brudberg said...

I love how you describe the hopefulness in moving from tears into purpose.

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