It's another Tuesday, and we all know what that means? Yep, it's Open Link Night over at D'Verse, stop on by for some amazing artistry by all the great poets that submit their work. And while you're there, share one of your own. It's a great time for anyone who likes to write or read poetry.
Moonstones rubbed for inspiration
Platonic
solids textures make
As ideation coincides
With
the golden section of your
mind
Creator
Intellect
Soul
One
Two
Three
Silence escapes a nervous void
With a mesmerizing tonal gaze,
Each vowel bends in me,
An enshrinement of consonancy
Before the hallowed harp doth play
I’m hearing sounds of primacy,
Voicing
visions debasing me, of all I believed I knew.
It’s as if she’d been granted a gifted tongue—
To speak the words of Malachim
Four
Five
Six
Shifting
shapes of angles blend to form
As
matter, elements and bodies mix
As conversation eclipses time
Mudras vast beset my eyes
As winter nears
For the first in many years
It does appear
That Demeter, before her trip
Made preparations for
Nourishment
7,
8, 9
The universe and its qualities,
The constituents of the world
Knowing what I do know now
The Decad is the first number to need a second part
Ten.
Fingers-Thumbs.
…and so spins the wheel
When
you’re near
I
feel the meaning of
All the gifts of touch
Provided by
Tetraktys
With love.
