Pathfinder on a mission to see which angles release
Truths finding missives within belief's hidden reach
Floating, and maybe shimmering, to say, 'Sketched today.'
And the shutter speed of any cloud defines fading trace
Timeless illusionary effort, flotsam in the breeze
Resembling repetition, so, the turning of a leaf
Mister Dewey, have you placed, somewhere in my mind
A thought that refuses to rot and always stays behind
Helping me open one or more of Pandora's boxes
Driving me to the edge as the second hand crisscrosses
And fierce wind revamps, regenerates on a common lane
Of refashioned crosswalks with verifiable cleansed flames
Archers sling your arrows, against the tempest of veracity
Piercing measures the garb, to much deeper tranquility
Absorbing dents of feeling, uniqueness exploring avenues
Where cobbled rocks dared to fly, with points labeled review
Sounding swaths of river's depth, flowing deep inside
With laughter and charity, wound shrills still reside
Everything in this vast arsenal has a poultice or a tan
As the Potter's wheel is spinning refinements for a plan
So I'll fear not tomorrow as the windmills creak
Or deny I've heard faint whispers of willow tree's credible speech
Thanking invisible breath from the river and the land
Speech defines test of character blown away with the sand
Yet somewhere deep in the imagery of visions never heard
A simple conversation is the symbol on which ideas turn
Be they crisp, sweet or requiring partitioned fables
Of glum turning grim when help's not on the table
Or if notes and treasure maps have too many exits
With thoughts saved aloud, alterrated just a bit
Rejoice! This rejuvenated day, doesn't slip one inch
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Is this about finding truth, and that things remain constant, even when we are still seeking it?
I love the rhythm and contemplation within this, even if I've missed its point entirely...
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Stir the emotions. Stir the soul.
Add the words carefully for flavor
And then with the winds let your mind taste
The flowing beauty that your heart grows.
This poem has depth is open to so many interpretations.
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I need to read this once more,,,
God Bless you and your family,,,
A thought that refuses to rot and always stays behind
Helping me open one or more of Pandora's boxes ...
This makes me think about honey ... its consistency, its uses, its quality, its eternity, and how it sweetens the impossible.
Kara, Whatever gets you through the night.
We are here, yet there are references to a past in this very corner of the world, which verify that the past did exist. At least, this is how this poem is coming across to me.
We choose what we see....and the poet/ protagonist here chooses to see the good, the best.
These two lines remind me so much of Keats...love the way you have created a beautiful meaning here:-
Yet somewhere deep in the imagery of visions never heard
A simple conversation is the symbol on which ideas turn
'thoughts saved aloud'...another stunning image.
I think that word you need there is 'altered'
I can see that the urge to write is keeping you awake at nights now, William! That's a very good sign! :)
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Speech defines test of character blown away with the sand
Yet somewhere deep in the imagery of visions never heard
A simple conversation is the symbol on which ideas turn
these lines touched me...
I hope that you will explain it because I have the impression that there is so much here that I am missing and I really want to understand it.
I think the intensity with which you wrote this poem dispelled all possibility of pain entering your consciousness. That would work better with fewer side effects also!
As we grow there are countless possibilities of things we can try, dream about or ignore, just as there are things happening around us we have no control of. All of these experiences are the angles of life.
We come to believe things that are false, or certain truths we come to question.
Once this day is over, it's but a sketch of your life you may or may not want to remember.
The fourth line basically reverberates the third line.
That's why so many people appear to be narrow minded. It would be too devastating to admit that they were wrong.
Also I had forgotten to rate it and now I did that too!
Wish I was able to concentrate so fully on something. Well, other than sleeping.