Here now this morn
stillness motionless with peace-pulse humming
at source outside appearance of space-time
finds in organic form spine’s harp strumming
as music so sublimet, a soundless chime
heartbeat of God continuing to mime
where any node may take pole position
depending on where sparks bliss ignition
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
