Trees cast out into the sky.
My trap is a fishing line.
Your hands are hooks that move like time.
Life looks small in the future tense.
You hold magic like how I exist--
(in space and distance).
The mind/body juxtaposition:
Spinning cork drifting in the ocean,
Oven clock baking in the kitchen,
Archetypes of feelings pictured and framed,
Gesture skin moving in waves like pouring,
Your world like a memoir
(of mirrored reflection).
Your universe is an obtuse, strange parade,
Like a lighthouse that keeps on growing.
A contest entry
- "Cosmic Consciousness" AKA "Enlightenment" by BluesMan.
660 points, ended December 5, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice imagery and metafore though your poem only denotes a perception of "Cosmic Consciousness" not an actual experiance or your words would have been quite different. Even being touched by the light for only amoment is a life changing experiance. I enjo
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Wow. This is the second poem that I have read by you and I really like this one too!
You have a great way of speaking and phrasing that it makes it very fun to read. I'm pretty sure I don't really know what you mean exactly but I do like the way you write. I think I'm going to have to favorite you so I don't miss out on future work! 
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