 |
 |
 |
| |
Shining From Within
Stitching time
Together
Like a patchwork quilt
I weave inward,
Toward the within,
Conversations with the mind
The inner sanctuary
Bubble in the midst of etherium
Bubbling through time, endless
I weave farther inward
Between chaos
The stillness echoes
Time eternal
Vertically climbing
With fragile fluidity
The waves ripple
Internally encompassing
The universe within
The symphony plays
Echoing the spiral helix
The Infinite
Carved carefully
Into the psyche
Surges of vitality,
Explosions of reality
Ache in the cobwebbed corners
Wrap me
Warp me
Transform me
Emboss me,
Shape me
Curl me into infinite joy
I discover boundless infinitude
I see perpetual light
I gush rapture
Shining from within
>
Want to comment on this Poetry?
Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Poetry and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...
|
 |
|
[Back to top]
|
|
 |
Comment by: Anne - 2007-04-07 16:56
|
|
Great poem from start to finish. Great imaginery
Thanks for sharing
Anne |
 |
Comment by: Scribe - 2007-04-04 13:12
|
|
| An incredible journey within. Many would be terrified to take such a long look. You made it look easy. Beautifully etched. Pausing on each wrung to look around. Tranquil. Meditative. Serene. Still, strong and defiant against all that dares to shatter it. Nice. |
|
|
| Great imagery and metaphor.Thaks for the comment, i look forward to reading more of your work as well. |
|
|
"dum spiro, spero"- While I breath, I hope.
You are so spot on with this poem! the subject almost sound like a spirit that is bound to experience those emotions usually described in mortal humans.
There is something so tranquil in this poem as if walking through the hallowed halls if a monastary and hearing Gregorian chants, for i.e., I weave inward, Toward the within, Conversations with the mind The inner sanctuary.
So much hope shines through the melancholia like a Phoenix gathering uplift as it flaps its
large wings from the embers of the fire of angst and sorrow.
I love the way you also describe the impossible, the elexir of immortality by extending time, for i.e. The stillness echoes
Time eternal.
"Tu cognito ergo sum" You become this reality, you assume your unique existance.
I love this poem, I wish I had written it.
Haymish :-) |
|
|
| Very thought out and your langauge is somewhat lurid, but powerful. Really enjoy the ending, I gush rapture, shining from within. Hard hitting stuff, here. |
| 1 2 3 Next |
|
 |
|
 |
|
|
