At your beck and call I fall,
and fallen, I am broken; and broken, I restrain a cry
and silently I see, and seeing,
I observe from here among the grass
blue skies, orange sunsets, velvet nights and shining stars.
The crickets sing and I listen
and then there is the sun again.
Here I am fallen. I neither beg, nor wish to get up.
From here I dream of you; from here I see and enter heaven!
Heaven has fallen on me: a cover protective of dreams
sacred, soft, moist. Now I need not fly: I can but crawl
from underneath the clouds to kiss stars holding shimmers
of shattered life -- diamonds from lava.
How can you dream of that not dreamable?
Dreams are not chosen -- they come in the night
to beg and tug at bed sheets and pillows.
Sometimes when I am restless and need companionship,
dreams forsake me and will not come at all.
Dreams cannot be beckoned by beauty -- they come as they are,
often bleeding.
Dancing into the nonexistent room of my Love,
I become a thought of motion.
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A fly about the kitchen found the edge of sea
in soup, and bread along: a white spread of wheat,
honest to the heave of hunger.
Buzzing for joy and rising, it could not see
the descending swatter, that without warning
halt its ascent ...
There, fallen beside the reed, it mourned, on such a splendid day:
Why has the sky fall down and why now has heaven, too,
come falling down on me?
The reed reads lips and fluted songs arise
from bereavement's breeze and breath
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How fingers try to hold air: spoons scooping deeply
of the incense of blue smoke. That is the nature of dreams.
Even now in my clenched fist, even now in my loneliness,
there is Love -- trapped in the warm circle of my arms.
A clench that holds nothing but its spasm, recalls Love,
and on the open palm air may become as heavy
as the pregnant urge to birthe a rose
From the womb of touch fragrance is sung: a pause in twirled petals.
When spring brings dreams, we yearn for autumns of meadows;
and when winter comes, we want the sultry summer:
forever the seasons make us restless.
Why are you restless, Soul, when rest is less and less is rest?
Do not seek words when Silence is your love.
Words cannot hold dreams not realized, but Silence can.
Oh Beloved, there is a dream called Silence,
becoming reality in waters cleansing rinse
of oceanic mirrors. Beautiful to listen to its persistent stillness,
serene inside the feverish need to feel:
Shhhhh! it lisps, let me kiss your surge away
Sleep, Beloved, in white of curves of Silence:
a yellow candle, unlit, in the heart of its Arum candle stick.
Let deafness become active in the silent throb of hush.
Gently guise a gazebo of space and air: let your soul float
into its nonexisting swirl; let the veil of imagination
separate nothing but hues of transparency.
Touch silent lips to feel its quiver, not with a gesture,
but with a touch as real as a breeze unseen,
no less passionate a motion. This whiff of wish
lifts the corners of my mouth into a smile:
a touch not felt, but no less desired.
Dancing into the nonexistent room of Love,
I become a thought of motion.
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In the heart of the Arum's dust,
when the days are dark and a lead backpack of helplessness
weighs me down and I sink through the earth at my feet,
I remember, as I am about to loose hope:
it is not the weight of heaven that tips the arums cup,
but the tilt of the lily against the glass roof
of sky as it pushes up.
I recall that at the foot of the lily is mud, and all around its shaft
the gloom and mist rise up from the marsh
but the Arum pushes up toward heaven, until it blooms and tilts.
Here I am then: an Arum lily, sinking to become a seed
in the earth, until I am risen up. In the heart of the lily is dust
and from that dust comes seed, from seed to fruit to seed to dust
again, to life again, unending
Dancing into the nonexistent room of my Love,
I become a thought of motion.
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When I can't find my Love, I go to all beginnings.
All beginnings have a womb. The thought of Love
was born inside the womb of expectation.
One I was not quite aware of. And then Love said:
Are you here yet?
And I began.
One Word led to the next and two became twenty;
twenty never stopped
but grew to uncountable words within the Word.
And then Love left. Left me Silence
Ah, Beloved Silence!
In loneliness and sorrow I had time to see my life,
departing particle of Part, a morsel on a leaf,
tattered, adrift in stormy stream.
Things were changed and changed again, and I became
another me: more peacefully bemused, amused at sorrow.
Oh Brother Sorrow! Where is your strength?
You cannot bend that which Love has mend
before its absence.
Excitement let me reach again to lifeless dreams:
to place upon pale lips a kiss of resurrective pulse.
Awake, awake and wait with glee ...
for soon all lost will rise anew:
the Tree of Life grows silently
Dancing into the nonexistent room of my Love,
I become a thought of motion.
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Author notes
Picture is copyright to Deviantart.com entitled "Modern Day Sleeping Beauty"
A work of Abstraction, modern yet timeless, as done by the guidance and collaboration of my Mentor and Friend in Poetry, masapoet.
In a list
A contest entry
- Abstract Poetry #29 -Modern Day Sleeping Beauty- by The Cube.
500 points, ended October 9, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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bloody brilliant
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Thank you Sonu ...
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After reading What you write , I'm humbled buy your comments .
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What an exquisite, inspiring work. How fortunate to wander here and find you. I am in awe of you.
Sincerely,
Camille Morin
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Thank you so much Camille ...
For your generous words.
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Unconditional was it's course
when came through silent way
Planting seeds within the soul
to bloom another day
Sun and shade they did combine
to set a perfect tone
And there I saw that I was dual
and found at last my home
Hugs...Eddy
This was a lovely read indeed...
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Ah Eddy!
How wonderful to see you around! How are you Poet? Tell me!
Thank you so much for reading my work.
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Amera sent me here and I’m so glad she did. This poem brought me to my knees. The thought that the human mind can think such wonderful thoughts and express them with such eloquent beauty, rocks my soul.
Thanks for posting this,
Kind regards, Peter
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Dear Peter ...
the human mind is vast, but often a baby: weakling, a suckling of mother's milk. I stand in awe when I read words like yours ... for then I know we are all linked and all part of an amazing whole, rocking our souls.
Please journey inspired, as a co-poet and as a co-traveler, in finding the solids of spiritual fulfillment awaiting us individually and as a whole.
Please thank Amera for me, should I forget. Thank you, too, Friend.
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Out standing
beautiful words...metaphors and imagery. beautiful in every way. I can hardly speak of how its beauty takes my breath away.
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Thank you C-t-L ...
for reading and commenting on this write. You inspire me to write more, do you know? Thank you!
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FANTASTIC
To many beautiful musical lines here to decide which is best and a refreshing read indeed. I thoroughly enjoyed this piece.
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Thank you so much, R
I am so glad you enjoyed this write.
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"The reed reads lips and fluted songs arise
from bereavement's breeze and breath …"
The reed fills in the nonexistent room of your love...
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Thank you, Poet ...
for hearing the music.
Love to you.
Myra
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A loss within our present existence is not a loss within the
whole existence of our being, since time is relevant we exist in all places and times at once. This is rapturous--you have come far since you spread your wings,
We may yet float onpools of salt sand and, time,
hugs
Ann
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Thank you, Ann ...
for such a profound comment, with such beautiful sentiments. I am so glad to see you!
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Inspirational excellence!
Goede Morgan mijn lief vrendin,
I came, I read, I found perfection -- in this spiralled momentum of what's birthed from a dream.
The lines:
"How fingers try to hold air: spoons scooping deeply
of the incense of blue smoke. That is the nature of dreams."
Such imagery here that sets the tone for:
Silence - thoughts - visions - words -emotion
which cause the motion, and render the heart to gladness.
Thank you dear heart for a fantastic read...I think Suzy muse may even be inspired to bring pen to paper this day, all because of you!
Best wishes in your contest
Love and blessings, Sandi
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Ah so good to see you ...
after some time of silence. Welcome back, Sandi!
Love
Myra
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...Very long. Took me a couple days to get through it and get it all together. It's a great write that is for sure, but the length kinda takes away from the feel of abstraction. Reads like a normal story more or less.
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Ha! You are so cute!
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Many of us try to intellectualize our emotions, leaving us in this constant obsessive state of trying to define the inexplicable. Sad we don't have the tools to allow for translation. It's a masculine trait not by any means limited to men. Your emotional intelligence translates so beautifully onto the page. I can't imagine anyone who reads through this could miss some of the excitement and enlightenment conveyed throughout the piece.
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Stunning!!! The intermingled images of life and death, of decay and bloom, so suggestive of the joy of life, the inevitability of death, and the promise of life beyond death. (At least that is some of what this spoke to me). Without a doubt one the most well crafted and thought provoking poems I have read in a long, long while. Truly masterful, intelligent, mature and sublimely realized!!!
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It felt as though heaven light itself had descended on me.
Teach me to write this way ... the passion and air of completion rested upon the hopes of my soul, and made me for within the moment, whole.
I haven't felt such peace and intrigue in such a long time as I felt with this poem, and it presentation. This is one that you should always hold up high in you heart.
I am going to suggest it for the front page.
It was just simply splendid , full of heart with a soul all of its own.
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In my soul
Deep your words resound
within that which is me.
Ever the reminder
floats on those divine ribbons
love you presented me.
Supported me thru places of hell most do not survive.
Afrikaners can be as,Celts.
Gentle and God's own.
And meet in Home.
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Loved this
as I danced through in a streaming 'thought of motion' I so loved the imagery evoked by this wonderfully constucted weave ..'the tilt of the lily' 'awake, awake' from 'beloved silence' excitement brings to 'lifeless dreams'.. stream of thought is a wonderful vent of expression .. what a wonderful journey dear poet you took me on .. loved this uplifting piece s and lib xx
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The metaphors and diction in this poem are quite remarkable. It can be seen in so many different aspects. As for me, I saw a journey through love's ever-changing faces unfold... such a skillful writer!
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So many metaphors, a very skilful and intricate write! Excellent.
'Words cannot hold dreams not realized, but Silence can.' - a real thought provoking line..
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OMG! that is an awesome poem! ur a really good writer!
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Ah..you are revealing the truth of the universl in nature..the human nature is displayed in the touching poetic venture..well done...
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wow
...its no one poem but many...i loved it
its like a journey of sorts
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I'm sitting here with a dropped jaw.
This poem is worth each letter in pure, gold-plated diamond. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful, and stunning beyond belief.
I was mesmerized. Simply no other words to even try to discribe it.
Good luck in that contest.
Zach
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This was really a fun read, i love the imagery you've created =)
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Magnum opus
Dear one, you seldom write at such length, so I am overwhelmed by the wealth you present here. Normally I am not good at interpreting abstractions, but with this I appreciate the chapters as you develop your theme. I like "Do not seek words when Silence is your love."
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I LOVE this poem. It is very abstract to me which makes me feel I can take what I want and kinda make sense of it the way I see it. I see it as if you are saying sometimes the dream of love is actually better than love itself in its true form. At least in dreams it normally seems to go right at least for me. Thanks for this poem.
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A most excellant write, indeed. You've expressed yourself quite well. This write also seems to have the flavor of Kahlil Gibran's philosophy, at least for me it does. For those interested, here's a link for more information about Kahlil Gibran, and his writings:
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Sometimes, Myra, you make things so difficult. For most people, I will comment on their poetry anytime, no matter my mood or time constraints. But, poetry like this deserves much more time than I have to give it, so I am always feeling guilty that I cannot study it enough to leave a proper comment.
This sang to me like an aria from an opera. I could hear a lyric mezzo soprano singing a slow and sorrowful song, yet filled with beauty and inspiration. I hear pizzicato strings with low range flute and a french horn counter-melody. A soft and soothing lullaby with a minimalist accompaniment. You know something is truly magical when it does this to me.
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Very interesting write here
Its as though the very existence of our fate often plays within our minds and in doing so often prepares us for our final dream of life beyond a promise to all
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Imagery is nice.
"diamonds from lava" is extremely imaginative. Overall, the poem had some great imagery, metaphors. And nature is an intrinsic element here.
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I love the sense of continuation created by the line breaks which flow between each other, almost a stream of consciousness that dips, pulses and sighs with constant movement. A very beautiful poem which I will bookmark and return to again.
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Lovely
Wow, your poem really made me think; I reread it a couple of times to get the full impact. Very deeply resonant; heartwrenching, but still with a tinge of hope:
Awake, awake and wait with glee ...
for soon all lost will rise anew:
very nicely done
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wow
Tis long and sad yet in a weird sense fun and sensational. Congratualtions
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enjoyed it...like my soul whispering all these words, truly, very truly into my own ear...
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Omg, as they say. This transcends. Art in words; your magnum opus. Vivid images that linger, this is a memorable work. The rhythm and flow of this is soothing, beautiful and haunting.
Excellent. Certainly one of your best (but then, all of yours are one of your best). What a talent.
Garrison
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I loved this...Nice read..thank You for sharing this
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An absolute volcano of images and notions and I must admit I am a very poor student at absorbing the wisdom you serve here. The sea of idea soup, and bread of experience ground with understanding and acceptance... I am looking for the swatter...
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beauiful
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Beautiful.
Bell
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well...very well...damn well done
You made me kind of think alot and backtrack a bunch but that is what poems are about: stimulation of the intellect as well as the senses, and you my dear are stimulating - plus it somewhat reminds me of one of my best poems, This One http://allpoetry.com/poem/3136200 You might like it - be there more of you on AP I cry - and best wishes to you on your journey during the balance of this orbit and thereafter too on all the rest, hopefully many, that you are allowed - billpoet
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Dancing into the nonexistent room of my Love,
I become a thought of motion.
Beautiful ending to an absolutely incredible and beautiful piece. It was an amazing read! Good luck in the contest! It's a real winner. -
Wonderful!!
This is a truely beautiful poem. Wonderful beyond words!
Good luck in the contest, though I don't think you need it with this poem.
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'How can you dream of that not dreamable?
Dreams are not chosen' - I really loved this line, well done matie.
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Haunting
This wonderful write feels like two viewpoints of the same couplet verse.
The first two verses eloquently cite the sensations of lost love, of "shattered life .. diamonds from lava". Then you transition from desperation and suffocation to hope and Love recycled and reborn. "You cannot bend that which Love has mend before its absence" brings is back to a room waiting for Love to return. Thank You.
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"Heaven has fallen on me: a cover protective of dreams" …
i loved that line dear poet!!!!!
immensely well-worded..
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great flow...original...beautiful...
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This is amazing!! A most incredible write!!! Wow you did an excellent job portraying this!!! I can tell that this write came straight from your heart!!!! This is absolutely beautiful!!! I love the flow!!! Words can't express how wonderful this truly is!!! Amazing love it!!
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This is beautiful...I had to take the time to reread several portions. It just takes you effortlessly from one discovery to the next. I'm sure you spent a lot of time on this, and I hope you are pleased with the result because it is inspiring."And then Love said:
Are you here yet?
And I began." I love that. Beautiful!
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An amazingly beautiful piece.
"Here I am then: an Arum lily, sinking to become a seed
in the earth, until I am risen up. In the heart of the lily is dust
and from that dust comes seed, from seed to fruit to seed to dust
again, to life again, unending …"
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wow...wow. Amazing poem, even though I only read the first part( have school to do) Flows great and very deep. I'll read the rest later
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oooooh this is beyond lovely - exquisite.
it is almost impossible to pick a favorite part of this - i like it all. i especially love this:
"I recall that at the foot of the lily is mud, and all around its shaft
the gloom and mist rise up from the marsh …
but the Arum pushes up toward heaven, until it blooms and tilts.
Here I am then: an Arum lily, sinking to become a seed
in the earth, until I am risen up. In the heart of the lily is dust
and from that dust comes seed, from seed to fruit to seed to dust
again, to life again, unending …
triumphant. bravo. - NANGALEEMA
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This is not only long, but wide, and I am small; the poem is abstract and I am not. Perfection must have its flaw, but that is lost in the magnitude.
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Pessimist that I am, I kept waiting for a phrase that didn't work. Only "Gyrate a gazebo of space" was less than brilliant, however; this poem just kept on coming at me. Breathtaking.
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A subtle but good edit.
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If my flesh and bones were less than stardust meshed
I would scatter over the vast tides of time and space
to linger forever in the loving embrace, of both scouring wait, and grinding rending want
Of beauty
Of hope
Of meaning
For bringing the message forth in simply pure meaning
Be Love as You are Loved, Be Beauty in Your Unique Beauty
Find All within You
And please know most of all,
Just how much, I love you
If Scattered were I, the smallest of pieces, broken
Then Still, the words remain forever with you, My Token
If You carry it without Knowledge, without Logical Reason
Then So, My heart, my love, my soul, go forever, in a beauty all must know
Break dawn on your past night, fear not the last shimmer at twilight
Simple silence, memory, and empty space
Will never have permanence, within We
I wait, I grind, and I break
But no matter how small,
None of us, NONE
Will I ever forsake
Vir Lief
Enduringly, I see the words you say, in a permanent and resolute way Myra. I hope to bring you joy, like the smile on a little girl or boy, with spirit warming feel, and knowledge that too, is forever Real.
Hug you, as the trees do.
Love, Devon
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Love art!
I nearly collapsed when I read this. I see a journal in free write that should be on the cover of one's own journal or diary. It is the uncompromising life expectancy of those of us created in purpose, with direction, albeit painful in the drift of this life on earth.
I'm quite amazed. This is an excursion from your usual, I'd say. A shining gem.
one of many favorite lines in this!
of shattered life -- diamonds from lava.
a Psalm 139 rewritten-------.
Gorgeous!
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