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Apparition
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DEAD MEMORY
Blanket of the heavens who beckons,
how ardently you are as you are, yet
you come and go -- a knowing flow
of serenity; then the nothingness flares
into anxious riddles of stubborn desire,
rhythms of the bygone apparition. Visions
appear in the subtlety of being. Be happy
hearkening to the harmony of living
in our enigmatic experience, clutching
because its the only thing that compels
enough wonder to continue existing.
I like the headlong forward
I like the headlong forward motion of this poem. From the first line, an energy begins to accumulate and then accelerate through the succeeding lines, reaching its peak in the ninth line, and then slamming the brakes on in the tenth and eleventh lines. The only poem I can think of similar to this is Wallace Stevens' poem, "Chaos In Motion And Not In Motion," which is very different in its message and approach, but still has that headlong energy.
Starward