Stillness is the source where creativity does arise,
and shades of images become alive.
Melodious ripples taken form,
synchronizing the dark with visions to be born.
The frequency of desire establishes all meaning,
some images turn into the right feeling.
That mystic gentle finger playing the tone,
on a half full glass to perform.
While the soul strings to the right chord,
and pure thoughts turn into the word.
Liberating the river of intellect,
making joyful notes of timing perfect.
The soul animates those earthly visions,
remembered in radiant dwelling by dream permission.
Composed by true inspiration,
from the richness of inebriation.
The sphere in sphere ripples from celestial conduct,
touches those fragile thought reception, by heart up-duct.
Symmetrical physics of harmonies,
when the sacred purpose recognizes itself with certainties.
Copyright © Robert Rittel | Year Posted 2019
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment