Saturday, June 15, 2013

A Communion Of Souls


Staging and pealing,
Twisting and reeling,
Rolling towards the webbing
Caressing every regret with an ebb-like flow

The striation is a pattern,
A crazy design weaving forth its amber,
A designation ready to remember,
What it means to truly to have a love that can and will only continue to grow

From fore to aft, side to side
An angular procession, blending to and fro
All that is inside and all that forever shall be
Surrounding every memory you forge anew

It’s all a mystery enveloped in a personal,
Yet universally illustrated Mise en scene,
Only polarity can show the frayed and the perfected—
Forever discovering the artistry, what’s already known,
What’s yet to be seen—whether pristine or faded with flaw

The wild hair’s accosting,
Grasping the ventricles of air
The passion fills the tempest
With the most impossible of stares

It’s an airy companion,
Holding true the prophecies of the divine—
Blending history to the present, merging and melding
Yet again, into whatever, however devotion
Will choose to paint tomorrow’s lines

There’s a breeze across the valley
Engulfing the sated and the hungry—(Here’s a secret)—
The craving never stops—yet, the wisdom of the moment,
Is the enchantment that the frozen mind steals from the soul—ever a reminder, to remain open to the thoroughfares of life—whether pretty or demonic, the colorations and the prism’s of attraction, exist if one desires to search—in which, he or she will then proceed to find

The wizardry in wishing,
An automatic cauldron,
Taking chances as it’s misting overflows

Moonbeams and the dewy drops of stars
Holding tight the apprentice
With a glance espied by tenets wide and far,
A portraiture of awe, a sculpture of splendor—artwork
That only the ancient muse dares define

Couldn’t be more romantic
If her eyes ensnared my own,
Invigorating this flora with each vine that love emotes
Casting forth one vision
     Opening a common sensing,
              A sight that’s only present
In a communion of souls

                  Imagine a world where the exterior truly reflects the beauty that is ever there, always and forever near

Over at D'Verse we're discussing the majesty and mystery of all things beautiful.  I'll be hosting Poetics tonight and would love for you to enchant your night by sharing your own work of beauty and reading all the beauty shared by others.  Tonight's a night for the Beautiful, and I can't wait to find out just how the poetry will ignite us with inspiration and the Beauty that is, of course, everywhere and found within every one and every thing.  

23 comments:

  1. A portraiture of awe, a sculpture of splendor—artwork
    That only the ancient muse dares define
    nice...i like that...and the communion of souls in that last bit...there is a nice bumping rhythm through most of this with some great rhyme...

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  2. love the melody in the flow of images that beauty is within.. your closing lines is just awesome and will stay with me...

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  3. Lovely, Fred. I especially like the 7th stanza.

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  4. "Only polarity can show the frayed and the perfected—" such truth in this...
    loved the last two lines, they melt on the tongue. it would be a great world indeed...
    thank you for your wonderful poem and prompt!

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  5. there's a wonderful magic in the communion of souls...wonderful images...the the moonbeams, dewy drops of stars and The wizardry in wishing,
    An automatic cauldron,
    Taking chances as it’s misting overflows..cool write fred ..and thanks for hosting

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  6. There's a great sense of movement and motion in this poem for me...thinking actively, mystically...and then the tangible connection between two persons becoming one in love. Very cool.

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  7. I have never read a more eloquent treatise on love; spiritual & physical, and it is the stuff of heart, and the stuff of meaningful coitus, reconnecting to the forces that keep the earth on its axis, as procreation steps in for impatience, where two souls become one being, one purpose; a great beautiful journey, sir.

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  8. I like this part best:

    The craving never stops—yet, the wisdom of the moment,
    Is the enchantment that the frozen mind steals from the soul

    And yet its with soulful eyes that we see beauty all around us ~

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  9. I felt so much movement/swaying in this that it had an almost-hypnotic effect on me. I really liked the effect of the word striation, too.

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  10. Now those are images, wizardry...in wishing...I will have to stop that someday. Thanks.

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  11. I love the way you have allowed yourself to explore the facets of beauty here, within and outside, enveloping the soul.

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  12. I can't help but think of Indra's net, with everything reflected in everything else. This feels beautiful and complex.

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  13. Great write, and an easy read. I enjoyed the flow of this one a lot.

    The wizardry in wishing,
    An automatic cauldron,
    Taking chances as it’s misting overflows

    Great beauty here, thank you.

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  14. Couldn’t be more romantic
    If her eyes ensnared my own,
    Invigorating this flora with
    each vine that love emotes
    Casting forth one vision

    Amazing imagery and word choice,Fred! The eyes can certainly be enchanting provoking the inner feel to
    be alive towards one resolve together. Brilliant!

    Hank

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  15. Moonbeams and the dewy drops of stars
    Holding tight the apprentice
    With a glance espied by tenets wide and far,

    A dozen others I could have chosen. So much that's good to read and ponder on, a treat both for our feeling and our thinking.

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  16. I often wonder what it's like to communicate with someone on that deep a level. The hypnotic sway of the poem kind of draws someone in and makes the singular soul yearn for something. There isn't anything as beautiful as finding that connection.

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  17. I loved this:) Especially the stanza beginning Moonbeams and the dewy drops of stars
    Holding tight the apprentice

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  18. There was so much to like about this the flowing imagery from stanza to stanza..you really did a great capture here. Amazing...

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  19. OK - wow - loved the motion and emotion of this -such moving imagery - just beautiful! K

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  20. "The wizardry in wishing,
    An automatic cauldron,
    Taking chances as it’s misting overflows"

    perhaps that's the secret of living life to it's fullest!

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  21. loved the movement in this piece

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  22. Fred this is amazing!! Love the emotion and imagery.

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