Three Short Pieces

I.

This is a bridge
From here
To here,
From where you are
To where you are.
I am
The connector man;
You are
Being connected
While you hear
Quietly
Unobtrusively
Subliminally
Connected.
The unknown becomes the known
And
A new unknown arises.
The seen shades off
Deftly into the un-seen,
Past and future
Into present.
Beneath the bridge
Flows a clear stream
Down to a dense sea
Of transition.
Words hide in the depths;
Sometimes they fall
Into the net,
Onto waiting grid.
Visible glint of
Blue green scale,
Visible image drawing up
Invisible thread,
A spoken word
And an unspoken feeling,
A reaching out to
Identity by touch
Discerns the direction
Of the path,
Becomes the shape of
An enormous question.
A waiting emptiness,
A silent anticipation



II.

I am hardly aware. A series, a kind of resonance through their respective ranges rising and falling sounds experienced via the description moving into the position of the head and surging through the ranges of the percipient body itself and in turn I who am hardly aware of the domain or the crowd of possibilities all see represent one end of that I the universe then consists of my surroundings domains of perception and ranges of emanatory transformation impossible perceptual configurations around my head above and within these domains the very matrix there is nothing solid in the lower regions but unconscious matter seeking to emerge at the zenith it becomes clear perfectly manifest.

III.

The Voice.



I.

I am the quiet green glow in densely packed
Regions of steel and cement
I am the inner matrix, gathering the pieces together,
Collecting the scattered fragments
I am the voice that says it is still possible
I am the all-encompassing radiance of bliss
I am nursemaid to baby galaxies
I am glaciation
I am the body’s energy
I am movie, projector cinema and audience
I am clairaudience amidst the alarm of thunder
I am keeper of the diamond key.



II.

It was ground moving
Multi-dimensional reality
Splintered illumination
Of consciousness
Pierced the mind
Dew covering the
Sky of consciousness
In its diamonds

The light is coming
Through the air
Turning everywhere
Touching the heart
Covering the sky of wands

To know inside
This universe
Swept away the last turning


To feel it through me
Warm rising tide

All that I know
Crystallized
From all that I know
Swept away
Eternity
You come
To visit me.

 

dReAM InsiDe YoUr DreAm...A WarM seNsatIon PulseS ThrouGh...YoU loOK oNce, UnSuRe oF thE aPPaRition FlowIng bY, SmilInG At YoursElf As You ForGet... Or is It RemeMber?

 

"A spoken word,
unspoken feeling,
reaching out to identity by touch;
waiting emptiness in silent anticipation.

There is nothing solid,
in the lower regions,
but unconscious seeking
to emerge at the zenith.

I am the quiet green glow
in densely packed regions
of steel and cement.

The light is coming,
turning everywhere,
touching the heart;
covering the sky of wands.

Warm rising tide, crystallized;
Dew covering consciousness
in diamonds."

These are the images I enjoyed the most.

 

Thumbs up on this, especially enoyed the first part; the images, smooth, flowing, delicate and meloncholic. Just perfect for me.

 

Thanks - I'm glad you enjoyed!

 

Bravo!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

2 things....
keep on writing....because that is great poetry
keep on truckin.....because thats the way to go....

 

Thanks for the kind words If you like this stuff, check out 'BlackBillBlake's Writings' on the writers forum.

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