Transition

Posted on by Reena Saxena

What lies at the other end
drives me round the bend

happy to cross the threshold
paint futures with strokes bold

but what if a canvas inert
ignores colors, is cold and curt

Am I better off where I am now?
Past is closed, let the future be slow

My subconscious still holds the brush
Paints my dreams, but is not a rush

It gives me time to process change
Overcome fears, experience the range

I find myself on the other side
Time helps me stand, but lets me slide

I’m here, maybe not of my own volition.
All done and dusted, welcome transition.

Poetics – August Transitions

24 thoughts on “Transition”

  5. Finding A Place With No Category No Label

    Really No Place At All Except Savoring the Present

    Gift of Breath Yet it Always Leaves Room For More

    Dance And Song Freeing

    Soul From Chains

    of Before

    ReTiRinG

    Always More Tread
    For the Wheels of Life
    As Long As Creativity Dances
    And Sings Free Dear Reena Saxena With SMiLes

    Yes SMiLes After Writing 12 MiLLioN Words of EPiC Long
    Form Poetry For “SonG oF mY SoUL” in A Decade Along
    With Public Dancing 18,717 Miles Now in Close to A Decade too

    An August Month of Anniversaries Yet What Do Titles And Numbers

    Mean When Just Inhaling Peace Exhaling LoVE iN Present Gift New

    Of A Dance
    And Song
    NoW iN Flow
    Free Always
    Transitioning
    Waves Higher and Lower One Ocean Water
    RiSinG FaLLinG A New Creation Still to come

    It’s Left me No Room to ‘Soul Age’ A Decade SaMe

    Root Leaf Living Tree Branching Out to Rise More Breathing..;)

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  7. I love the layout and the rhyming of your transition poem, Reena, and the painting metaphor is perfect. I especially love the lines:
    ‘My subconscious still holds the brush
    Paints my dreams, but is not a rush’.

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