thinkingsam
02-13-2010, 11:30 AM
Hey all. Would love comments on the imagery and flow of thought in this piece. Enjoy!
Home (http://thinkingcities.blogspot.com/2010/02/home.html)
(Comes attached with a picture of high-rise apartments reaching for a uniformly bright and slightly gray sky.)
This incessant tug on the strings
of my heart pulses sanguine joys,
draws long notes and deep gazes,
and captivates my soul. I’m trapped,
bound within these walls, clouded
logic repressing certainty, imaginary
chains linking generations, and lineages
tied surely and silently; we know
why we don’t fly, don’t leave. Family
matters, dictating our culture, our lives
and our hearts. Deep within we know
no place like home: the crimson
links flow redder on this side;
shared moments are etched deep
in our memories. And I gaze within
often, finding multitudinous worlds –
a panorama of twinkling thought
in the darkness of my mind, a sea
of floating lights, gently waving,
beckoning; I am a moth to a fire
that burns in my mind. I bask
in the safety of self; I hide within
cities I built and forests I grew;
I live within my thoughts for there’s
no place like the home in
my created worlds. Withdrawing,
I feel alive. I taste, I touch, I see.
I sense possibilities and dreams
branching like the oldest trees, reaching
the sky. I find limits are meant
to be broken and hopes to be
realized; I want to know secrets
and mysteries: the colours beyond
the night lights and the planets’
conversations, the shape of sound
and how time passes in relentless
infinity. This world is endless:
there’s no place like home.
- Samuel Tan
Home (http://thinkingcities.blogspot.com/2010/02/home.html)
(Comes attached with a picture of high-rise apartments reaching for a uniformly bright and slightly gray sky.)
This incessant tug on the strings
of my heart pulses sanguine joys,
draws long notes and deep gazes,
and captivates my soul. I’m trapped,
bound within these walls, clouded
logic repressing certainty, imaginary
chains linking generations, and lineages
tied surely and silently; we know
why we don’t fly, don’t leave. Family
matters, dictating our culture, our lives
and our hearts. Deep within we know
no place like home: the crimson
links flow redder on this side;
shared moments are etched deep
in our memories. And I gaze within
often, finding multitudinous worlds –
a panorama of twinkling thought
in the darkness of my mind, a sea
of floating lights, gently waving,
beckoning; I am a moth to a fire
that burns in my mind. I bask
in the safety of self; I hide within
cities I built and forests I grew;
I live within my thoughts for there’s
no place like the home in
my created worlds. Withdrawing,
I feel alive. I taste, I touch, I see.
I sense possibilities and dreams
branching like the oldest trees, reaching
the sky. I find limits are meant
to be broken and hopes to be
realized; I want to know secrets
and mysteries: the colours beyond
the night lights and the planets’
conversations, the shape of sound
and how time passes in relentless
infinity. This world is endless:
there’s no place like home.
- Samuel Tan