Open Poetry #37 |
Somehow I knew—knew of it all |
RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
Somehow I knew—knew of it all. Beneath the sun we all hath dried these quivering lost their senses. Somehow I knew—It was not I nor thou what earthly things hath wilted to a halt-- the wildest thoughts hast become a rare sight. Spirit of flesh O how thee bled unto th’ after-ness-- what voice shall wield the knowledge of my words when I alone am gone, No more to be. Who shall learn the brush-strokes of this mind-- the stars hath learnt perfection from a never-changing form what beauty cannot touch. No neither thou can know my words Somehow I knew—in death should I be known. Can thou descend the banks of my memories-- and walk o’er others knowingly what waters shed be tears what rivers be rivers thee knows. Thy pen is held wrong for I hold no pen-- thy mind is made wrong for my mind is but my own who envy’s this poet shall ne’er know of heartache. Am I but a traveller roaming through experience-- be not like me nor like the old be more like thou Somehow I knew—Thou would never put me down. And many awaking thoughts hath been others the stone hast fallen off the cliff in my place. What ripples shall be whole new worlds-- Somehow I knew—passion still holds me am I not ready to pass on my knowledge to the next of my kind nor am I to thee. The stars hath learnt perfection-- from a never-changing form what beauty cannot touch Somehow I knew—knew of it all. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
all the things we thought we knew were our pleasures, our beauties, our bounty, seem to unfold new meanings when they come clearly visable to the soul.... this was lovely |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I am always astounded that your words are not read more, as they are very profound and in perfect rhyme. Well done! |
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