What’s a cure for longing now
Can it be the same
Notes of silence that endow
With a waiting game
You refuse to recognize
Anything you knew
Till it doesn’t come like lies
You won't know it’s true
Wait for more, for what is sought
Like you did before
Till you realize you’ve got
All you’ve been waiting for
What to do it you’re not here
In this apperception
Pain subdued, so dream is near
Never mind deception.
What’s a cure for longing now
Can it be the same
Notes of silence that endow
With the waiting game
You refuse to recognize
Anything you knew
Till it doesn’t come like lies
Till you know it’s true
Wait, and wait, for what is sought
Like you did before
Till you realize you’ve got
All you’ve been longing for
What to call a cure here
In this apperception
Pain subdued, so dream is near
Never mind deception.
I have come to be real-in-my-eyes,
eyes that only half see,
yet only the half blind may see themselves.
The fine hairs of apperception,
those metaphorical hat brims pulled low
over smiling eyes
hide nothing from deeper insights.
In the moment of looking
I see only that looking,
yet that view is broad, rimless
encompasses all
the mind can develop of reality.
Perception in its narrow lens,
its fractional calibrated cogs
within cogs
fades like a ghost on a white board
that wide-eyes rub out with a blink.
Nothing gets trapped
in a past way of seeing.
Only a clear looking-glass remains,
and it but waits for a wholeness
to shatter its frame.
OUTRIGHT PRETEXT
a synthesizer
perpetuates
an eternal quality
for
a compelling moment
this silhouette
a recreated
sensation
to
coincide
&assimilate
the
analytics captured
an
idea
asserted
as an
apperception
a simultaneously
sensation
supplies gestures
undulating
elegant
refined
glamorous
&amorous
unbridled
fervent &formidable
in
devoted
ideal
beauties
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
an apperception of poetic elements imagery,assonance,rhythm,sound symbolism of an intuitive of the self conscious in a crystallised convergence of the moment ,with punctuation implied interpretation changing according to mood, essentially fluid and inherently variable. with unique mutual participative interaction.
apperception
an intuition
beyond form
instilled spontaneous
of the moment
a channel
of self conscious
convergence
a crystallisation
spoken aloud
indelibly inked forever
an interpretation
changing
according to mood
essentially fluid
inherently variable
illusive
as a shadow
apperception
an intuition
beyond form
instilled spontaneous
of the moment
a channel
of self conscious
convergence
a crystallisation
spoken aloud
indelibly inked forever
an interpretation
changing
according to mood
essentially fluid
inherently variable
illusive
as a shadow
apperception
an intuition
beyond form
instilled spontaneous
of the moment
a channel
of self conscious
convergence
a crystallisation
spoken aloud
indelibly inked forever
an interpretation
changing
according to mood
essentially fluid
inherently variable
illusive
as a shadow
I have come to realize,
real-in-my-eyes,
that these eyes that only half see -
yet see through blind walls
just as easily as a breeze
sees itself in a trembling leaf.
Eyelashes together
the fine hairs of apperception.
I real-eyes my happiness.
Happy are the hapless -
metaphorical hat brims pulled low
over smiling eyes.
This realness in my eyes,
not perception, not a fraction,
or factual seeing,
but this being in the happiness,
a mind-view of a world made new
just for a moment, and then,
later another, and there will be more.
Happiness bubbles up
in the eye, in the stillness
of the moment that looks at it.
like warm breath
on cool mornings
whisper
gently of you
misted stillness holds
the blue sky
of you
imbuing
mountains
clear passage
like fine gold
to parched and barren
deserts of gentle wealth
cries
with joy knowing truth
September 6, 2019
Yalto Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Love ain't blind:
Eagle's eyes- apperception accurate like drips of rain.
Lovers are blind,
Using brain as heart, heart as brain.
19:05:14:06:58
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