It starts with a hum,
a thread unspooling through silence -
soft, sure, and annoyingly insistent,
like the world is whispering
secrets it’s dared me to misunderstand.
The first echo hits,
ricocheting off the walls,
and suddenly this isn’t just a room -
it’s a kaleidoscope of sound,
a ripple of moments reborn,
sharper, louder,
more alive than their beginnings.
Your laugh?
A sparkler snapping against dusk.
My words?
Half-forgotten confetti,
colouring the corners where truth hides.
Truth, after all, is always shy
until you catch it staring back.
Reality twists,
shuffles its cards,
pulls an ace out of its sleeve,
then smirks like it planned this all along.
The echo rewrites everything -
makes shadows dance like they’ve known the steps forever,
makes silence flirt like it’s in control,
but you know it’s just guessing too.
And when it fades?
It doesn’t leave us empty -
it leaves us cradling shapes
we can’t quite name yet,
hands full of questions
that glow like lanterns -
flickering, daring us to follow,
only to vanish when we get too close.
We laugh anyway,
lost in the dark,
as if it was the plan all along.
I saw him
Well, I actually heard him
Shouting
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ALLITERATION TROTTING BEHIND
METAPHOR MOCKING THE MOONLIGHT
He waved his papers proudly
Temptingly reciting snippets
Spidery webs
Inviting the unsuspecting
To slow down
To listen
A few passersby gathered
Chuckling at the idea
Unaware
They had succumbed
Altered their paths
Stood
Motionless
Mouths a-gape
Mesmerized
Ensnared
In the gossamer tones
Of poetic
Reverberation
All that we see is but a divine dance,
bliss of union, pangs of separation,
polarities orbiting Ohm cadence,
making earth life joyous celebration,
for souls dwelling in void of cessation,
whilst for the rest, who yet harbour desire,
they remain befuddled until they tire,
thereupon choosing to unite with God,
consigning ego to funeral pyre,
thus becoming the light, that has us awed.
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sightless darkness smirks
across grinning deck flesh flies
deaf ears, silence smiles
Reverberation
Sweep me under from above
Deep tones, Deep ocean
Intonation of my love
Hold forever, with no end.
(January 20, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
micro-verse , to the , macro-verse
the smaller part being a portion
of the greater , equal to the whole .
uni-verse , our own singular world
surrounded by the bubbles
of the muti-verse
of relation and mutuality .
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