Nameless Vine

Hands twirl lazy loops
circles unspoken
and we dance this way
ceaseless dreamers
tranced by the rocking

Frames bend like
loose limbs in a stormy
gloam but never
break, like his eyes
never break
from mine

And time is never ending
'cause it forgot to begin
in the desert twilight
song I am the pheonix
the life oath of
one unlived until now

Feet squander hours
remorselessly, free, free
of confines and shoes to
pound out the rhythms of
their blues to the
ears of the setting sun

And he pauses dramatically
a catastrophic silence he
beckons me closer
but time intervenes
and he watches the rust
creep up my fingers
like lonely leaves of ivy

 

i liked this alot...
fav part was...
And time is never ending
'cause it forgot to begin
in the desert twilight
song I am the pheonix
the life oath of
one unlived until now

 

i could almost hear the music,

 

Flakes of rust whirl and eddy every which way; but there is that which remains.

 

And what remains if all is whirling in the tempest, atoms dissolved to nonentities and corrosion the only thing to blossom from the bleak?

 

Energetic frequencies,
like homeopathic essence vibrations,
all one in their aloneness;
willing the survival of consciousness
after the electro-magnetic patterns are burst,
by the surge of a magnetar gamma wave
softly in deep high tide washes.

Loving these sticky sweet lingerings
on form and contour,
resist filling the void with passion,
unless you seek children...

As a new planet is born from the lake of forgetfulness.

*

 

Capturing the birth of creation
in a speck of dust the nimbus
of corrosive clouds sifting down
to the hapless air of timelessness.
What chaos is unchanging in the
bezel of eternities laughter?

 

To answer your question, I will simply rephrase it:

And what remains if all is whirling in the tempest, atoms dissolved to nonentities and corrosion the only thing to blossom from the bleak!

And instead of being the usual ass, and not explaining I will wax Qabalistic:

what = XXI
XXI, in the Tarot, is The Universe.

The nature of Life is to change. Corrosion is but one example. Were things to cease to change, thusly, would they cease to be. and an aside, to sylvan: Children are ok by me.


Much Love

 

I loved this poem... loved the carefree nature it possesses, the beautiful language driving it forward, and the doubt and doomed feeling it ends with, hinting at bigger themes from personal perspective. This one's got to go on my list of favorites by you...

I agree with mariecstacy, that part's fantastical!

 

Osiris thank you for your momentary step out of obscurity.
I enjoyed pondering your alteration!

Fulmah: bigger themes? hehe...Doom, as you know, has been my recent surge of feeling.

 

I love the structure of your poem, the way the lines about themselves like the tendrils of a vine. The last two verses were really the heart of it. The others could use a little pruning and polishing.

 

You're right. But I always find it so hard to go back and make changes to some thing that was born in sudden inspiration. Ya know?

 

I know. I never do it myself.