Below is the poem entitled Living in A Glass House which was written by poet
Mostofi. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The volume of a certain something
does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation
or its brevity by relation
Once you strike a chord,
It's moment of breath
Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest
Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success
is evident in the lack of evidence
Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence
You're an ancient old trick
but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head
But in my seductive grin
I am too an old trick
But I stand closest to the cauldron
Stirring green the ocean
To make way for that final moment
When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice;
The waves come crashing to the coasts
Coming for my broken souls
With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows
Taking off into tomorrow
With a calmed, relieved breath
Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape
Now, in compassionate presence
Because after all,
Can't have nothing without 'how'
How: being everything that has ever been conceived of.
So, what have You left out?
You've become ignorant of your own shining features
Forgotten feathers from a bow
Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow
All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself...
And now, its time for show
Up close and personal
Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow
Opened-close a shut case
Without remorse or concern or thirst,
Because all this, will soon be Unearthed