Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: symbolic poetry

  • Teardrops In The Desert

    Teardrops In The Desert

    Teardrops in the desert of chaos and vulnerability were striking my face while the imperious sun was staring at me with its searing light, on the verge of overwhelming me.

    The long summer nights allowed me to indulge in extravagant fantasies since I had always been fond of dreams and rainbows. But, nevertheless, I couldn’t help myself from finding the right direction.

    The sun gave its place to the luminaries of the firmament, and I could perceive the feeble light of a lantern far away floating in the enchanted forest of my impossible dreams.

    I became a shadow of the night and I could see the stars in their eyes, as if I were their celestial companion in the lonely nightfall. Teardrops in the desert metamorphosed into sighs and whispers in the deepest night of my life.

    Without hesitation, I was tempted to embrace the chaos which was embedded in my heart, now that every delusional longing had departed from my dwelling. Hence, I strove for a stance on my fate, but I couldn’t see anything in my crystal ball.

    Even the tarot cards refused to spell the truth, although I had interrogated them so many times as the number of stars. My hymns had been cast away from me as punishment for my quest to obtain that certitude that I never acquired.

    Teardrops in the desert beneath my beloved moon flew like impetuous rivers at the sight of the twilight. Might I have been a brilliant star or a shy planet, I knew not. All I knew inside my heart was the sensation of a precarious destiny.

    As invisible as I became and as untouchable as I pretended to be, I melted in the forest of thoughts and fears as an untamed creature of my own realm made of fantastic dreams and fancy illusions.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Time Slipped Like Sand

    Time Slipped Like Sand

    Time slipped like sand in the ocean
    Silence amplified my thoughts
    I got lost
    Wandering endlessly in a quest for forgetfulness and balderdash
    Since the day I surrendered to chaos and oddities
    I’ve never realised the intention of my fate
    Without any concern about my purposes

    Whenever I looked at the sky there was always something missing inside my heart
    Maybe it was
    Perhaps it was not
    Or would I have been destined to oblivion?
    Confused while I was tasting the bitter nectar of awareness
    I didn’t pay any attention to my pathway

    That I was lost I knew not
    All I could perceive was the sight of a crimson aura all around me and a prosperous garden of splendid crimson roses
    Ravens and crows were flying all around me together with magnificent butterflies

    Time slipped like sand
    And there was no mirror where I could see an image of myself
    It was like my countenance was invisible to every silver surface
    Nonetheless, my real delight relied on the trepidation of my slumber
    During which I strove to touch the stars while I was vexed by the gloomy clouds

    Abruptly the mysterious songs of nocturnal birds woke me up
    Did I know where I was?
    I believe not and it didn’t even matter to me
    The foremost commodity was that the time slipped like sand in the emptiness
    I had forgotten the voices of anthropoids and their shadows didn’t bother me anymore
    Fortunately for me

    I was fortunate to discover that I had got lost in the wilderness of my dreams
    Indeed, I didn’t need to follow any path any longer
    For I was now more than ever unburdened from both my past and my future
    The candles of expectation had gone out
    The sparkles of desires and love had been swallowed by the night that whispered my name no more.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Wandering In Oblivion

    Wandering In Oblivion

    Wandering in oblivion with the certitude in my heart that I belonged more to my afflictions than to my desires
    I knew not where my fate was taking me
    The only inevitability I couldn’t avoid was my obsessive quest to follow my dreams
    My fantastic world was all I demanded so impulsively
    And that everlasting flame was glowing intensely into my heart

    I felt betrayed by the time and all the previous events that dragged me into the pit of anguish
    It was real as much as I was breathing, and I couldn’t prevent being overwhelmed
    A huge imaginary mountain was on my chest, for I didn’t realise I had brought such huge exhaustion over and over again for a considerable time, too many times
    Lost and deluded, I chose seclusion as a way to bear that overflowing burden

    So far I wandered that I got lost in mazes and forests, for I was seeking pursuits and chances
    Even though I knew there was no compass guiding me in the infinite darkness of the nights I spent in dizziness and confusion
    Bitter was the dismay that distressed my heart in the loneliest journey of my existence
    Whenever I searched for comfort, I only found sparse, few and far-between hopes for a spark of delight

    The sunlight became bright and dark, creating shadows all over my path, while the moon advanced with pride as the queen of the long nights when my slumber was trembling with fear of the unknown. At last, I could hear the silence whispering presages and tales. Hence, there I was, lonely in my frailty and chaos, never ready for new adventures whilst wandering in oblivion and suspense. I had forgotten all my bygone remembrances as well as my name and my most cherished dreams.

    As long as the moon shone alongside the stars, I could make wishes that shattered at the mountain’s peak. But all fell silent, and I remained in my castle, admiring the splendid panorama before me.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Shadows Of My Dreams

    The Shadows Of My Dreams

    The shadows of my dreams vanished in the emptiness of the night when silence dared to whisper obstreperous secrets.

    So much I coveted to let my fantasy free and untamed that I was willing to let the night sky overwhelm me with its mysterious beauty and fearlessness.

    An enchanted castle was my invisible dwelling where I could play hide and seek with the stars. At the same time, the silver moonlight shone through the crystal chandelier of my empty house.

    The light hid behind the dark shadows, and everything seemed more blurred and phantasmagorical

    The further my imagination travelled, the greater was the confusion that ruled my heart, and finally I was finding leisure while obscured by magnificent clouds

    It seemed to live in the realm of dreams and illusions with no quest for a destination, and no interest in a time-bound domain of decrees

    Time had fallen into oblivion, and nonsense became wisdom, for I was no longer obliged to follow the restrictions of shallow humans

    I was the ruler, and I allowed myself to surrender to the shadows of my dreams as if I were unaware of any consequences

    A realm made of shadows and dreams had become my cherished abode where I could sense protection and immortality

    No mortal could harm me anymore or spoil my treasured dreams because I had by then become out of their reach

    Could I have endured those ephemeral circumstances? I knew not, since I had chosen to live in obliviousness to immerse myself in the ocean of bliss

    The night was a valley of tranquillity, and the silence encouraged me to overcome my fear of being unsteady

    Unquestionably, unsteadiness had become my inevitability, and the infinity of the night’s darkness welcomed me in its majestic embrace, full of the shadows of dreams.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • A Spectacular Mirage

    A Spectacular Mirage

    A spectacular mirage manifested before my eyes in a torrid night of discomforts
    Everywhere there was a scalding haze made of phantomatic dreams and delighting chimaeras
    Never a doubt caught me while a storm of nightmares was brewing over the night sky
    And everything was just darkness and infinity

    I only needed to lose myself to discover my real self
    So many times I have climbed insurmountable heights to realise that I had metamorphosed into something totally different
    Like an ethereal shape that would change incessantly without abeyance
    Each time desiring something new

    The different windows of my life had shut and opened
    Disclosing a multitude of scenarios and dreamland
    The sun had conquered me while the moon hid viciously behind a blanket of spectacular stars
    Majestic dreams had always overwhelmed my heart, and I found myself in an ocean of tears and anguish

    Wandering into the forest of bliss and delight
    I had lost myself permanently
    As if I were unable to think and keep sparkles of wisdom in my treasure chest
    Everything was darkness
    Nothing was translucent
    No aid would have reached me in that mayhem
    Every part of my body and heart could feel the great tragedy of existence

    Dreaming of isles and oceans where nothing had sense
    Nor even desiring
    I could feel myself flimsy like a tiny flower carried away by the winds
    At the mercy of the winds and raging storms
    I wandered in confusion, traversing kingdoms and labyrinths
    In a way, I was detached from my longings, and I was eager to embrace new realms and visions

    A spectacular mirage awaited me beyond the shadows of the night sky
    As an enchantment ready to cast a mysterious spell over me
    Not taking care of any concern, I resigned myself to my fate.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Phantasmagoric Castles

    Phantasmagoric Castles

    Phantasmagoric castles and abysses of dreams were emerging in my visions like real-life chimaeras
    Ready to entice my attention with their scents of oblivion
    Comforting my trepidations wasn’t easy
    Mostly, when the dread of the sunlight forced me to close my eyes and rely on my imagination
    Absurdities were part of my nighttime routine, made of fresh rain showers and visits to the nocturnal flower gardens.
    It was like there was no beginning or end
    In that fantastic realm, I had reset the time
    And now there wasn’t a specific time any longer willing to damage my phantasmagoric castles

    The trepidation of the wait for my dreams to come true became my obstinate ritual
    I couldn’t manage my irresponsible tendency to embrace illusions, but I was sure I couldn’t escape it
    And so I continued to fly in the wonderful sky of my fantasies
    Romances didn’t upset me as long as they were confined to the garden of the enchantments
    Incredibly, I was dreaming about love and detachment, conquest and defeat
    Although the bitter taste of the night dew reminded me of the ephemerality of my yearnings
    Even when I cherished my blissful dreams the most
    I was left with nothing but ancient books and withered flowers

    The enchanting bouquets of the night had captivated me, while I could catch a glimpse of phantasmagoric castles and fabulous dragons
    Dizzy and bewildered, I explored the night with all its marvels and mysteries beyond my imagination
    Softly, the twilight breeze stroked my face, reminding me that I had to abandon myself to my destiny
    However much it was arduous to let my anguish fall into the abyss of oblivion
    I embraced the new journey in a spellbinding realm of magic and phantasmagoric castles
    Knowing in my heart that everything was but a mere chimaera dwelling in my enchanted dreams.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Portal Of Oblivion

    The Portal Of Oblivion

    The portal of oblivion stood in the garden of secret desires
    Castaway as I was in the dizziness of the loss and grief
    I strove to grab some earth mixed with mud to feel the emptiness of that desolate place
    Where only ghosts dared to inhabit during the desolate nights of a summer
    Silence was disrupted by the steady wind, bringing some fresh relief to the tired trees
    While the moonlight rays glimmered over the flowerbeds

    No surprise could have overcome my quietness
    Now that I was embracing my golden seclusion
    Outlying the fatuous and polluted world of mortals
    Lost in the mangroves of my worries and thoughts
    After fear had left its imprints everywhere
    Wishing I could leave my past self behind the portal of oblivion once I had traversed it
    I felt like no tragedy could ever happen to me
    Although I was willing to take the risk
    Since I was used to living in the uncertainty

    I fell into a deep slumber, and I dreamed gibberish
    I felt deep inside that I couldn’t have protected myself from my fate
    For everything I was destined to was beyond my imagination
    Like a wanderer without a destination, I couldn’t discern where I really wanted to be because I couldn’t know what I was truly feeling inside my heart
    It was like I came to be an inanimate statue made of ice and crystal

    The more I wanted to know, the more I lost my memories
    In the effort to survive all the storms of life and the wicked tragedies
    I have transformed into a storm myself
    Powerful yet ephemeral like a summer night raindrop
    My heart has turned into a crystal gem, and I couldn’t feel any sensation of frostiness or warmth
    For I was an evanescent creature of that realm of dreams and coveted chimaeras
    Beyond the portal of oblivion.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Shadows And Blooms

    Shadows And Blooms

    Shadows and blooms disappeared at night in the shape of moonlight
    Faltering the candlelight announced a thrilling night made of lightning and thunder
    For a storm was waiting for me to disclose my secrecy
    Indeed, I had forgotten all my precious dreams locked like charming jewels in a treasure chest
    Alas, time announced that I was late, and I had to renounce my previous intentions
    I got distracted by my studies and books because the dust had covered me up like a heavy blanket
    And here I was, or at least I thought I was
    Since in a fragile existence, everything could have been possible
    Even to be carried by my very own fantasies to the starry sky, an unknown territory to me
    Doubt and fear had me walk down to the cold soil of my mysterious garden with no flowers

    Shadows and blooms reappeared at night whenever I was not expecting them
    Like unexpected guests waiting for my slumber to overwhelm my mind
    In an eternal quest for lost hopes and betrayals, the darkness of the night manifested with its myriad of enchantments
    Castaway on the edge of the firmament like an isolated star
    I kept wandering in surprise and anguish
    Weary and unimpressed
    With the certainty in my heart that keeps whispering deceptions
    When the only treasure I truly coveted was a sugar-coated truth
    In my own chaos
    Where oftentimes I was a stranger to myself
    As if I never knew my intrinsic essence
    Instead, I had become evanescent like a thin cloud disappearing in the night haze

    Far away, I could see the ocean touching the sky with its waves
    It could have been my hallucination
    It could have been my desire
    Shadows and blooms vanished from my sight
    And instead
    I found myself in the desert of loneliness
    Surrounded by the cold gusts of a winter storm, chaperoning me to the abyss of darkness and nightmares.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • A Storm Of Forsaken Longings

    A Storm Of Forsaken Longings

    A storm of forsaken longings overwhelmed my humble slumber in a torrid night
    I lost myself in the garden of daring dreams
    I proceeded to embrace my transformation
    I became a creature of the night and the custodian of the most secret enigmas of the stars
    So dazzlingly dark the night sky had become
    That I forgot every dream of mine
    A lullaby enchanted me and I dared not feel any anguish
    Unaware of what wisdom could have taught me
    While I lived on the scent of the flowers of illusion
    Willing to come to be a bloom blushing under the moonlight

    A storm of forsaken longings appeared in my night dreams
    As if I were bound to an endless labyrinth of delusional enthusiasm
    Whenever a bitter apprehension emerged like a ghost, it made me feel like a seashell made of sand and wind
    Under the influence of all the whims of my unsteady fate
    Hence, I felt the urge to embrace my chaos and vulnerability
    Although I was fragile like a snowflake
    I never ceased to endure the challenges of my destiny
    So much I had coveted to take a look at the crystal orb retaining all the riddles of my future
    That I wished to be a witch ruling the realms of the sea and sky

    I had always questioned all the mirrors encountered in my quest to discover my true self
    I really yearned to catch a glimpse of my real image
    But I have never been allowed to rest my gaze on those silver surfaces
    I had become a mystery to myself
    I never made an acquaintance with my soul
    And my heart could have known more than me what I truthfully was
    Even when the ocean breeze had whispered my name, I couldn’t understand what the great mystery of existence was.
    I felt infinite and finite at the same time.
    An everlasting flame embodied my passions, which not even the most fierce storm could ever extinguish.
    No forsaken longings.
    Only crimson roses blooming under a starry sky.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Shadows Of Solitude

    The Shadows Of Solitude

    The shadows of solitude followed me in my endless journey of self-discovery
    No storm or fog could distract my search for the mysteries that my fate dared to hide from my gaze
    Extravagant fantasies appeared as evanescent chimaeras glowing like stars in the darkness of the night
    Ravens and crows gathered around me, whispering arcana secrets to me, as they already possessed the knowledge reserved for immortal spirits
    Even the rain and wind didn’t encounter an effortless manner to rule that kingdom
    Where inky feathers fell all over me while I saw blank mirrors floating like autumn leaves on a pond

    The shadows of solitude guided me in the deepest night in the midst of the misty forest of my dreams
    I followed the trail enlightened by scattered candelabras and poetry rhymes
    My perseverance was unapologetic and I cared only for my own wonder
    Since the day I decided to abandon my bitter memories and leave them in the swamp of my past
    The majestic and fierce vault of a Gothic cathedral hid the vast starry sky, inducing me to listen to the sumptuous melody of an ancient organ
    I felt dizzy as if under a magic spell that had been cast on me by my most hidden desires

    The dimness of my fears vanished immediately as if they never existed and they couldn’t hurt anymore
    So much glistening light I found in the deepest gloominess
    Guided by my untamed heart ready to embrace every unreachable mirage
    I followed the phantasmic echoes of the nocturnal clouds staring at me in my intricate voyage without a specific destination
    Since the day I had willingly lost myself within the mist of my own dreams
    I was no longer startled by my limits because I decided to become infinite and potent like a lone glistening luminary
    Belonging to eternity
    Perfect in my frailties.
    Elisabetta Esther

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