The Consciousness

With every tick of the clock
And the door's suspense 
Sometimes a great knock and the consciousness grows
Like a red rose

Slowly, Softly, Silently
Timidly, Taciturnly, Terrified
Hesitantly, Slyly, Wisely
In eta into an enormous not extinguishable hearth

Called the soul
That burns unexhausted-------
Absorbs, Acclimatises, Accentuated
And adheres to it for a short long time

Till the appointed moment
To escape into another life
Of stringent struggle and strife
Yet with another tick

It becomes saturated sick
Still assumes another form
Totally different, fully divergent
No past recollections, repentance of sentiments

Gathers, Collects, Shares
Enjoys, Repines, Bears
Stays, Dissolves, Sublimes
Growth, decadence, degradation with the time.
            
The Consciousness
WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL POETRYSOUP CONTEST
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Kaabour Avatar
August 2, 2011 at 7:47 AM
Wow, this is truly a unique poem. I don't recall reading any on this subject, in fact. I loved how you were able to describe things not only with images but also with verbs... "stays, dissolves, sublimes.." LOVED IT! I will surely be checking out more of your work dear :) God bless
Saha Avatar
August 3, 2011 at 4:49 AM
Dear Ms Kaabour, Thanks a lot for your kind comments on my poem 'The Consciousness'.
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