Wings by jrqc

I run through paths of rainbow, catching memories, resonant

I spread the wings of my childhood and I fly,

an endless flight of ice and drops of crystal water,

and while the music sounds in echoes, I let myself go, carefree.

I do not stop, my soul is set free in seas of music and dreams of eras,

and the places I go so unknown, personal, imposing and overclothed in  might,

as I walk around, I encounter what I thought I already had,

as I walk around I see you, with wings of forgetfulness and forgiveness, impeccable

bathed in roses and jazmin,

Wings spreaded, take flight, impose the sunset to stay still

as we bathe in its light, sublime.

poem written by jrqc

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ABOUT THE POEM:

As I wrote those lines above, a sense of tranquility came over me while my mind flew away to places that somehow I sensed I have been to. It might sound weird, foolish and even crazy, although I am pretty sure someone out there shares the same view as me. 

The poem in itself refers to a period of time long gone which has not at all disappeared from my mind and is directly intertwined with memories and my current reality. Most of the times I use metaphorical language in the format of free-verse composition while using vivid imagery which I consider key to my writing and perhaps it falls in the definition of show and not tell. Hence, my dreamlike depiction of my childhood is portrayed in those verses as being powerfully free. I cannot let go of those beautiful moments as a child, being imaginative and innocent while having dreams and hopes that shaped my reality as an individual. 

Now, there is a third person who plays an important role in those lines as well. A person who has been given a holy nature, a person who has been an important figure since when we write in this fashion we tend to give extraordinary features and traits to someone that we regard as important or that we simply love. This person here, in the shape of an angel, or better put, in the shape of a human being with traits of an angel, has been immensely important, for it is that person that the main character (I), thought was already there in the reality of my life. Yet, this angelical being was found and together they surmount the skies for a new adventure. The child in the prose is pleased at the sight of this person and wastes no time in flying away together deep into the horizon of a beautiful sunset which by command is still, meaning that the characters involved desire that moment to last longer and be more permanent so as to make that experience of being together eternal. 

Ultimately, using metaphors and imagery evokes a better feeling and sensation for the reader and again, showing and not telling is important as well. Writing a free-verse poem, gives me the opportunity to explore not only my ability for writing, but even most importantly my ability to see and feel what I am writing about. 

written by jrqc