PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I believe it was Rumi who said
we come into this world to let light shine into it
a beautiful statement to absorb and examine
by a mind that was obviously well self fed
a colorful thought that brightly paints
each shadowed corner encountered
someone called me a mystic yesterday
and now I am self examining the general
reasons and or confines that agitate on and on

here in my meddlesome brain
are shadows pelted by shade
or does the sun just neglect slivers of space
in my mind to so many places I run
to memories of velvety rain
to cloudless Sunday afternoons
evenings on the back patio spent
listening to crickets sing their
plaintive fiddler's tunes
it seems a haphazard churning
I've begun
frenzy I'm told is a poet of a word
some ice in a nondescript glass
one clinks so to better be heard
even when no drink of thought
does a poet choose to take
still those ever faithful libations
of thoughts he stirs
for it's in the concoction of
that trance of creation
where every day life is
momentarily deferred
parting the panels
to that place without moments
where the purity of what it is that
lives above our every thought
exists
untouched
unpolluted
and eager
upon the world to be spilled
just as I have done so now..........
(Aug. 28, 2011 1146pm)