Retrieving the Soul
Into his poems he poured his whole being
unto exhaustion, what chance of retrieving
the soul from which his talent distilled
~ knowing not that a trickle can kill
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Categories:
retrieving, death, fate, poetry,
Form: Couplet
Retrieving the Golden Moments
The sun-soaked shining valley of his lucent life
Drained the symphonic cadence of ecstatic rills
Swirling around the scattered glint of nuggets
Cascaded with the cadence of gilded instants.
Dislodged sentiments in stream of euphoria
Floated unbound in turbulent tides of time
In the torrent of the cloud-burst fallen sky
Flowed in the flood to terminal obscurity.
In search of transported
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Categories:
retrieving, analogy, happiness, life, memory,
Form: Free verse
Retrieving Pimeval Peace
Nothingness ancient
Transformed into the universe nascent
Matter made from silence
The core of cosmic sense
Voids in all things’ essence
Creator’s unique space they represent.
In all things that exists
Primordial universal emptiness persists
In the depth of the enlightened mind
Of the evolved mankind
Filled with unfathomable emotions
Life gets through attachment.
Happy
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Categories:
retrieving, analogy, emotions, humanity, space,
Form: Free verse
Retrieving the Lost Silence
Not all the poems I read entice me,
hold my attention long, reach my heart.
The ones that flow like sparkling streams
over the cascades of rhythm, I adore most.
The current of words carries me floating away
from the cacophony of banal whirlpool of life
to the tranquil domain of serenity of the sea,
from where I retrieve the silence, I’ve
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Categories:
retrieving, life, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Retrieving Reprieve
He was caught in a mine of a mind in reprisals admonitions and self-reproach
Had been looking for diamonds and gold but then the escape shaft caved in
Gotten shafted and the stake stuck like an iron rod from rock bottom to head
The metal changed colour in Jonathan’s lazy synapses as they flooded his brain
It had
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Categories:
retrieving, confidence, conflict, courage, death,
Form: Free verse
Retrieving
Halfway through shampooing the dog, it came....
A new idea for a poem.
I tried to scribble it on to the floor with a soapy finger
No one else to tell, except the dog...
He just looked bewildered, and shook his body violently
Splashing water everywhere, erasing my verse....
Quinching that wonderful lightbulb moment.
It was as if it had
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Categories:
retrieving, animals, on writing and
Form: Narrative