numina the numbers attached to a thing
missed the target as if flung
by misguided calculation
of the wholeness
weeds seemed easily released
of life never cease in devious
egregiousness.
It should be so easy.
to plot a course of this giant nut we are
encased in.
To fathom, one arm length at a time this
sea we are adrift in.
the ciphers were pictures of the anima living in
in the inanimate.
pictographs of fourths and quarters.
once written on clay eggs.
Is it so different anon?
The oracle
at your fingertips
is the sound at your lips
read on
feed on for tomorrow we shall dine
and all will be well
spade breaks sod
while sun and rain
will bring it back again.
Please tell me what you think
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oh my.....i have certainly fallen in love.
Wonderful words carried on harmoniously.
those images....all the right questions, all the right observations.... "is it so different anon"
clay eggs
sun and rain bringing it back again.
Excellent
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Damn....it's good to read you again.
Cycles...mystery...and such a short existence in which to fathom the whole...like blind men linked in arms exploring the elephant.
Most superb Sir....
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Deep stuff!
Wow I am in awe of this one, its on par with the the stuff Lewis Carroll wrote in Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. It is enchanting and mind bending at the same time, and on top captivating as well, amazing stuff, love it!
Very enchanting and lovely.
Well done fab work!
Poetic Hugs,
Kaz.
Kazytc xx
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Ah, this is so very arcane and esoteric, too much for me! You have read some Jung I think? Your references to "numina" and the "anima" would idicate as much, as these two are often esoteric so the poem is appropriate... nicely done.
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Good write. Pen on...
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well done
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