And
within the imminent
relentless fire
the impure elements
dissolve
and gold is removed.
Just
stop putting crap in the fire
We'll never finish burning it away.
retired day
bleeds into
lovely night
of crickets and rain
soft grass
waterlogged
spring at last
blossoming before her
promises made
before sky and element
evening envelopes
heart and soul
graceful dance
fly she would
if she had wings
Into the silence of nothingness
rolling to spacious emptiness
meeting the goal of foreverness
becoming completeness
joining the "now" of tomorrow
roll on ye wheels of forgetfulness
~
`mud
Thank you to anyone who has read my contributions to this thread. Thanks Swampy, for having me.
I still don't know what the hell Substantial Monism is, but this has been a wonderful opportunity to express myself during a very challenging AND wonderful time in my life.
Only an author knows the truth behind a poem. If you have questions, please ask. It's time for me to move on and dump my random poetic (or lack of poetic potential) ramblings elsewhere.
This has been fun and I've shaken quite a few tail feathers.
(shake it to the right, shake it to the left...throw in some hip shimmies for good measure)
time
like dew
and crystal
drops
without
sound
in bottles
clear
pristine
drops like
round balls
a collection of
lovely things
that capture light
against white
to behold
and ponder over
strange, really
weightless and gone
like thoughts
that unfold like
wings of tiney things
those insects that
flitter about in summer
air around face
innocent then
freckled but
bright
she knew
and knows now
as she moves
through fields
floating dandelion seeds
like snow
like feathers
like childhood
air uplifts
woman in all her
splendor twirls
like she did
as a child
amongst flowers
and bees
as sunlight
kisses cheek and
hair
and in mind
kisses freedom
on a rainy Sunday