Glistening Twilight

Glistening twilight
tides talk to tiny islands
through the voice of waves

Memories of life
giggle like the ebbing tides
lovely yet looming

Beach betrays vision
twilight portrays false beauty
of what the day blinds

Photo for the prompt (from scvincent.com)

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Just like tides touching the shore, memories cross our minds speaking in a voice that only our inner self understands. Most often, these memories are heavy. Remembering the past, we wish that the truth could be a lie and vice versa. But that doesn’t happen. Things gone and that existing are neither truths nor lies. The same waves (experiences) don’t touch our feet twice.

The islets are symbolized with the duration of a memory’s existence. Islets protruding over the waterline may appear to be gone if water-level rises, or it may evolve to become a bigger island. In the worst case, it could actually vanish due to erosion.

The tides learn to live with them, coming around, as long as they exist. The duo is lovely to look at but may appear gloomy if islets disappear. Even without the islets, tides will never stop. New memories keep forming incessantly.

It’s the time, here the twilight, that determines the beauty of their existence together. Life, corresponding to the beach, may not play fair always. It blinds us at times, without directions to move on, by removing people from life who appeared as a blessing for some ‘time’.

Poetry Form: 

Each verse in the poem is a haiku (written in a 5/7/5 syllable count across 3 lines).

Inspired by…

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

– Haruki Murakami,
Kafka on the Shore

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This post is written in response to the ‘Thursday #writephoto Photo Prompt’ by Sue Vincent.

To know more about the prompt, go through the guidelines, on her blog.