Material.

Folder: 
Charcoal Sun

Raw.

 

The worn hands of circumstance
caressing this flattened, shapeless cheek


Abrasive.

 

sandpaper skids
remove outer layers
flakes of tanned confetti


Rain.

 

painting the floor
of his color.
An un definable hue
He bent down
scooping a handful of his self
bringing close
particles shaved of an essence
their edges gleamed
as if plated in silver

He fell his head,
and with it
his eyelids
creating space between clenched fingers
and like sand
he felt his essence cascade through the gaps
pre-owned by the gravity
of so many things.

These particles liquified
softening the ground
that once held him fast


Sturdy.

 

Quicksand

black

hole

nova

argued his next step.
He didn't seem to care of the swallow.
Eyes closed,
a cheeky smirk,
he fell.
Ripped apart from the bottom up


Sinking.

 

Serenade the heavens
with his pristine particles

 

Gleaming.

 

his stature,
knowing all the while
that such remnants
would color the dark
in ways so necessary
for worlds to form here after.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't know when this was born.
Sifting through neglected writings I was pounced upon by this one.

Tinkered and posted.

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What comes to mind is an idea

What comes to mind is an idea expanded about how "a god" could have made the universe. Every last word.

 

Strange. And even stranger that you found it and posted it. 


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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I love your perception

I love your perception here.

Especially considering that I do not know what stemed this creation.

On occassion i have visions, like this, and rarely am I able to encapsulate them.

And there you so pinpoint an element which I find most intriguing here.

The neutral perspective of the observer.

Perhaps it were not so much I who found this understanding, opposed to you.

Fascinating all around, so very glad you shared this.


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 


 

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The realization of our

The realization of our connectedness to the "all within the all". Gotta love it.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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"...but all natural objects

"...but all natural objects make a kindred impression,

when the mind is open to their influence." 

There are conduits all around us, daring so boldly to be noticed.

I see you have noticed some which have noticed you.

Nice shared thoughts NL


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.