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Sunday Evening |
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GOlDsparklESS Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 428central nj |
I. I have met days spent to forego eternity. A soul’s bewildered glimpse discerns a Dying star in its entirety-Sensing Some far more formidable encroachment; Blameless casual complacencies and A dividing hue cast an indifferent pallor Upon a catastrophic prophesy. II. Why should these wayward hopes encompass moods like a flood? Must divinity linger only in dreams and silent pleadings? The sacred dwells within; in all things profound And profane which taint desire’s trembling consummation: The beauty of clouds illuminated by moonlight, or Bitter qualms with the sun; Brightly fervent leaves falling, in tandem with love, on brisk autumn days; The hope so prevalent in gusty winds, Passion ignited by monsoon rains, The melancholy dispersed in puddles on paths; Reflections imbued with the sweet presence of intense emotions. All inspired by the deliverance of unleashed Love’s Unrelenting ferocity towards one Destination: Paradise. III. ‘What is madness but the nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?’ Words are minds’ makeshift lanterns, imparting candlelight from a star. Stand to take the pummeling of muttered truths, I say. Phrases trace the periphery of the formless, The movement behind what moves, an Obscure soundless integration of Sheer creation and muted phantasmagorias. The true beauty of Source is shielded by mannerisms; Stalled, A pensively spun insect stuck in a web of reckless pretension. True meaning must weave through a thousand sieves Before knowing the glory of each dawn’s fiery emancipation. Shadows starkly proclaim flames. Memories rest quietly, conveniently neat, Until rising like a battered phoenix; Blown apart with utter deliberation. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
whoa girlie...talk about deep.... impressive imagery in this. So much to ponder and wonder about here... very interesting write...will have to peel its layers and look into its light more to make all its discoveries. Happy New Year poetess Sparkless  Will the wind remember the names it has blown in the past? |
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Sandpiper Senior Member
since 2002-06-15
Posts 738land of flora and fauna |
WOW!! This is one to read and ponder, over and over again, many layers woven tight, one to another--excellent!! Happy New Year!! "And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me...And something started in my soul." |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
Interesting title. I like the use of things in nature vs. personal battles with the world. Happy New Year, Manisha. |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Yes, this does leave the reader with many thoughts to ponder. You wrote this with much thought, too. I admire you for that. You have very great talent for writing and I love to read your poetry. Thanks for sharing with us....  "Love makes the world go around" |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
The true beauty of Source is shielded by mannerisms; Stalled, A pensively spun insect stuck in a web of reckless pretension. True meaning must weave through a thousand sieves Before knowing the glory of each dawn’s fiery emancipation. Shadows starkly proclaim flames. Memories rest quietly, conveniently neat, Until rising like a battered phoenix; Blown apart with utter deliberation ******************************************* Intense. Thought-provoking. I hope if and when we do arise from the ashes, that we've learned a lesson that need not be repeated endlessly. |
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