Drawn by subtle intuition
I follow a winding path
into the heart of the woods,
emerging in an open glade
where feeble sunlight falls
upon a moss covered wall.
Isomorphic intimacy holds
me in a trance; latching
the present to the past, as
nostalgia flirts with mixed
emotions. Resting my hand
on the stone slabs I caress
the rough texture with affinity
sensing the agony of collapsed
aspirations, decayed dreams,
and the utter helplessness
of the irreversible.
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This poem has been published in a PoetrySoup Anthology:
“Reflections on the Important Things” Nov 2023 (print)
"Wall in the Woods" contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Placed 3rd
© 11th October 2020
Categories:
isomorphic, solitude,
Form: Free verse
Isomorphic ideas verses a hermetic mind
Plaintive howl of a writer.
Ideas in isomorphic forms
Are liqudified then with a tragic
Irony crystalised in an amorphic haze.
When will she achieve her finesse?
Her story is a mess,
Tragic demise of the hermitic mind
The fosil of dried ink.
Time for a cup of tea me thinks.
And the phone rings.
Isometric ideas merge with the hermitic mind.
Therefore her writing will resemble a paper mache elephant
in perfect symmetry. When cut in the middle perfectly isomorphic.
The end.
Categories:
isomorphic, adventure, analogy, angst, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Basic foundation of a basic shape
Triangle as the first layer
Of Understanding
Prism as the finest layer
Of Creation
When in motion it expresses rhythm
Standing still It immortalizes vision
Of articulating communications
Of evoking interactions
Of realizing the sign & symbol
Translated
Into a vertical infinite motion
Inviting appreciator
To be part of the forces
To go beyond realization
Vertical dynamics
Motion and movement
The stillness of
Isomorphic variations
In pursuit of finding correlations between things that may have once seemed separate
where simplicity breeds complexity and when energy epitomizes its own fields of existence
Let the city commences its dialogue
Between steels, greens, and everything in between
Pictorial linearity
a much welcomed sight
of such landscape ambience
Categories:
isomorphic, celebration, city, sky, social,
Form: Free verse
There is a moment in the night, in the shower, in the quiet, that exist in its own temporal bubble
and you are within it, stuck like flies to tape, as if at any moment you will launch away in sporadic patterns of flight.
Instead, you scramble inwardly, madly, in psychic violence.
In spirals derailing consciousness
In which your words must be waking dreams
that decide their own narrative and resonate with some primal inner force.
Use the schism of lucidity as an automaton would
Made only to be the rechargeable champion of fragmentation.
When the fretful pull to uncover reason
Instead brings only idyllic, isomorphic shock,
Flowery discord that uncomfortably enraptures and obfuscates
Can inspire a noble venture into creation
Categories:
isomorphic, art, writing,
Form: Free verse