“Exploring the Depths of Existence: Ananya S. Guha’s ‘Abyss’ Unveils Hidden Realities”
In the world of poetry, childhood memories often swirl together with vibrant imagery and haunting echoes of history. But have you ever wondered what it truly means to dream in the hues of crumbling ruins and mythic tales? The opening lines of this evocative poem whisk us back to a time when imagination flourished amid the glories of ancient civilizations. Here, dreams dance through the narratives of Rome and Greece, weaving intricate tapestries of history—each thread a clash of swords, an echo of deities, and the jarring reality of daydreams shattered. This piece invites us to explore the rich landscape of our own memories and how they intertwine with the stories of the past. So grab a coffee, settle in, and let’s dive into this lyrical journey that bridges the realms of the dreamer and the historian! [LEARN MORE](https://www.bestpoetryonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/10/Best-Poetry-Online-0024.jpg).
As a child
dreams were of crumbling ruins, matchless in Greece and Rome,
travelogues of the home
the clash of the sword the word of god, dreams were a river, the
Tiber, Romulus and Rome, a mind quiver
the empire and Charlemagne’s home
the myth of Sisyphus, Hector’s modus, the vulnerable heel, all like
the keel, it hovered wavered. History phased into phantom, dark and
bright,
inner light, the world mine.
I mimed, chimed.
Dreams not Jungian, not Freudian. Only livid, vivid.
Metaphors of dark horses,
meditative Norses.
History shuttled, opened and closed. Me, daydreaming.
One day put on all shutters, broke gates, threw them
into an abyss of gutters.
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