Best Lucidity Poems

Good writing , like gold , combines lustrous lucidity with high density. What this means is good writing is packed with hints. ~ Eric Hoffer

And should I cherish lucid moments of my day
to dwell on how my words will paint the blue vellum?
Or dream that...

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Yellowstone in winter. Canyon Falls, Rutherford Park, Old Faithful. Of all the places we had ever visited, this was his favorite. Josh even named one of the elk after his mother. It was while enroute to Rutherford that we encountered the cow, along with her...

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And I saw a new heaven and a 
new earth: for the first heaven
and the first earth were passed
away; and there was no more sea
— Rev. 21:1


Satan is king of the sea
When he was cast out of heaven,
his star fell into the midst of the...

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Dwindling minds
breeds clarity,
exhaling paved trepidation, 
as gilded moon tides 
shadow my fading lucidity....

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Wrestling with consciousness
fading in and out,
 the darkness threatens to sweep me away
Where am I?
How did I get here?
What happened?
No voice escapes my lips
dry, parched tongue mouths wordlessly
as dreams tangle with reality
swimmingly, a face appears
in a moment of lucidity
in the storm of incoherency
I remember your...

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Lucidity (A Weavers Sonnet)

My eardrum bounces words like tennis balls,
and gathers urns of grief with mournful walls.  
Why must I wrestle with the weight of sound,
why do they lie there like a graveyard mound?

I yearn for substance in selected scripts
designed to frame and fix...

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Shadows
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Sweet smells 
of musky green love
hang high in the ceiling 
   close to were we are 
an altitude high 
hazy still state 
laughs of swellness rain down 
close to where we never dwell, sober and unswayed

       ...

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i was a child, pushing aphids into and popping them under my fingernails, letting their green corpses gather like dirt before sucking my fingertips clean.
my mother caught me and slapped my hands away from my mouth with a disgusted grunt. 
i felt embarassed but acted...

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I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace, we feel God’s heartbeat 
What else does there remain for us to realize
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Witness the veil of lucid time
Asleep to awake, again to find
The moment always slipped away
The vanishing act of this present place

The word devoted to unwind
The threads of despair that intend to bind
The ways we now want to forgive
To the lack of a voice in how...

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Some say life is nothing but a dream
A river that flows, a sparkling stream
We’re born into this and most remain
Asleep, but few comprehension do gain

Carried by the flow they are no more
The truth turns them heavy at the core
Like stones they sink and go down...

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Lucidity

Leaping to another plane
   Underneath a linen sheet;
      Casting from my calm domain
         In the quiet trance of sleep.
           ...

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swimming in my skies 
you're the well of all my whys 
sprinkling answers 
on my heart your dew drops are ballerina dancers 
you elevate my senses 
betting my sanity the distance between the price and the expenses 
you inspire 
I desire 
a wanting like fire...

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Night I am cold, though viscera burning,
I have pierced on a spit my torso turning.
Supposedly decomposing, et cetera;
words as per usual, concerning;

Do suggest a plethora, array, of conjured synonyms. 
Inspire in me apathy, disinterest; 
say, so that I can find Sleep. But once darkness fell,
I...

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