That ceaseless red tide of speculation,
residing in the minds of the Old Grims,
strains amid the machinery in the rays
and embrace of sky's sleek moon-haze,
when time turns without a word learned
but to enchant meaninglessness or blur.
a Seraph suits itself up with silken smirk
and drops on down like a feather hurt,
a delicate dance, sweet feeble flourish,
landing softly on a mound of gibberish.
The Seraph sings of other, distant things
such as unfathomable worlds in the ring
of the Swirling Stones just outside Pluto.
It is a galaxy soon destined to be shown.
I read this twice because
I read this twice because there's so much hypnotic, metaphorical magic woven into each line that I wanted to unpack every bit of it. The imagery and symbolism is absolutely transporting. An amazing journey.
Thanks Patricia!
It makes me happy just to know that you enjoyed it.
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
Lovely imagery out of this
Lovely imagery out of this world! Sleek moon... gibberish rings and rock... love the whole thing. 1 word sticks out hurt after feather... still analysing but it hasn't sat well with me yet. I'll find it though I'm sure to read this again and again. Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank You!!!
Think about it like this: Seeing that the feather is a simile for the Seraph, she is essentially plucked from her cosmic comfort zone to commune with lower lifeforms, the mindless Old Grims. She could be hurt spiritually just to be there, falling sorrowful.
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
Wow! That just places it on a
Wow! That just places it on a whole new level, one i was exactly hoping for! Bravo! Thank you! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Yeah I'm back, its still
Yeah I'm back, its still pretty fricken great!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."