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alchemist




poets walk a line between magic and science
they conjure emotion, ideas into words
formulate them into verse, having learned the theories.
they transmute raw syllables into gold
by which they seek to cheat mortality

they are tapped into the collective consciousness
by design and by desire,
a transcendant of time and space,
representative of universal experience
possessing a unique voice

i venture this places me somewhere between
a sorcerer's apprentice and a lab assistant

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • ArtFullyMe gold member
    January 3
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    excellent


  • BlancetNoir gold member
    January 2

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    they transmute raw syllables into gold
    by which they seek to cheat mortality
    I love that. And the last two lines are really marvelous, they made me smile.
    Congratulations on the gold.


  • myrataal silver member
    January 1

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    Ah! Congratulations on this neat Gold!



    Happy Poetic Chemistry during 2009!

    And other future blessings.
    Myra


  • Matt Holck
    January 1
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    magic is usually sympathetic
    often parallel to interactions


  • Cat gold member
    January 1
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    excellent- congratulations!

  • nsmurty
    January 1

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    This is indeed wonderful.
    The title is befitting. I am reminded of a very noted Telugu Poet ( A south Indian language) called Balagangadhar Tilak who said:
    poetry is an alchemy only a poet knows...

    "They transmute raw syllables into gold by which they seek to cheat mortality"... underline cheat mortality is superb.

    similarly',
    "I venture these places somewhere between a sorcerer's apprentice and a lab assistant "
    are beautiful expressions.
    hearty Congrats. You deserve this prize and congrats to the judges too.

    NS Murty


  • poetryality silver member
    January 1

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    I love the symbolism, simplicity, and the complex nature of the "poet" all wrapped up in the embrace of feelings, and thoughts, as you have so eloquently written for us to devour.

    BEAUTEOUS POETRY!

    Congratulations on earning the GOLD chalice here poet. Well worthy of the merit bestowed!


    Much LOVE & Happy New Year ♥

    Renee


  • gaiascully
    October 22, 2008

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    that was pretty freaking amazing, if you don't mind me saying. Not only is that a great way of thinking about poetry but you also took that theme and ran with it. Your words were well penned. beautiful work.
    all my best wishes and good luck,
    >>>>gaiascully<<<<
    (alese)


  • Wolf Mancini
    August 29, 2008

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    Outstanding

    Everything is so perfect in this work of art.
    You make one want to rise to the level of poetic alchemy.
    Truly outstanding...

    wolf


  • Master Anarchy
    August 29, 2008

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    Per Adventure, Perdurabant.

    Reminds me in the basic thesis of Sir Aleister Crowley's comment on the Writer as Magician - the Wand as the Pen, the Pantacle as the Paper, the Cup as the Ink that Runneth Over, the Dagger his Acuity of Mind and Facility with Languages.

    However, in the Science, which derives from the Latin "scire", to know, thou dare more than he did will, so in that regard i shall keep silence, and go on.

    Personally, I find the poetry lacking
    In this piece. Cant, for example, could better
    Than walk be placed in verse number one, sing
    More of the truth which one digs within self more
    Than one digs without the self, although both do
    Dig, and collect, it be true or false matter
    Not, shards for the sharing of consciousness, whom
    So heir, it may concern, transcendantly or
    Not, as may be, for such depends on the you
    More than me, the unique point of view which will
    Speak of its sharing, speak of it's sharing, till
    The end of time and space and conceptions still,
    Which point of view I venture places me some
    Where between a window and a sill become.

    That this piece encourages reflection what it is to be a poet, I applaud.

    Master Anarchy.

    • Luna Tique Fringe
      August 29, 2008
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      thank you for the visit, i see you are in fine form i always enjoy your comments. though it's too late in the evening for me to fully grasp/decode your critique, i will visit again for another stab at it


  • Quiet places
    August 29, 2008

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    Excellent

    Interesting veiw of the expressions left behind by such poet's works. Love the explanation. reminds me of describing the trail left in the sand by an earth worm. LOL Great job hun, Don


  • Riftkin gold member
    August 29, 2008

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    poet the mixer of words today
    emotions thought buried brought to life again
    soul drained but life pours in

    you have us peg dear poet.

    Riftkin


  • ears2hearyou gold member
    August 29, 2008

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    oh..oh...she's on to all of us!

    What a wonderful poem!
    Rich with lovely imagery, textures and layers to enjoy!
    This poetess never ceases to amaze us!
    ears/Seattle

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