A litany of manic adventures


Such a playful synergy 

Your heart strings and mine 

Thrumming on our frequencies 

Drawing fourth sacred energy 

Running on light beams 

Dipping our toes into notes 

And hands wafting in melodies 

Dizzying highs and resounding lows 

Shattering boredom 

Stepping on apathy 

And plucking joy from the air  

A glorious spiritual liturgy 

How beautiful now since we've learned to pray 

Drawing such sublime adventures 

Going this way and that 

Shuffling the order of truths and mystic mysteries 

Coming full circle where withall

then bounding off again.  

Such a lifting of feet 

a symphony of etherial musings 

The tethering of our minds eyes

innocent daydreams

Making a mockery of darkness 

Shining in the glory light beams

Bloated with gladness 

Soaring with hopes

Soul Edifying

And that's just the beginning 

Of our poetry.


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patriciajj's picture

Like tuning forks, your

Like tuning forks, your electrifying lines set the reader's vibrations to the frequency of a highly evolved connection. Using metaphors for sound (the building materials of the universe itself) you constructed a voyage into the deep realm of "sacred energy", "a symphony of etherial musings" and  a "spiritual liturgy" that encompasses all of life's richness of experience, from "Dizzying highs" to "resounding lows". And isn't that why we're here? To experience it all, to expand by "Shuffling the order of truths and mystic mysteries/  Coming full circle where withall/ then bounding off again."? 


With spiritual references and ecstatic, striking language, you make these "manic adventures", simultaneously harrowing and glorious and absolutely worth every moment, feel like a privilege, not a burden.


What's truly transporting is the way this poem never lands, but suggests a never-ending union between individuals and all consciousness.


An opulently constructed banquet for the heart and soul. Rapturous and wondrous!


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I am completely sure you live

I am completely sure you live in my mind! I wish inhad not the pain in my hand to write what is truly deserving of you and your perfect perfunctory epigenetics that are so perceptive and so eloquent a grand master teacher, yes a poet and interpreter of inspirations, precise and meticulous yet not more than is necessary to convey! Truly a jewel in the crown of creation 

Mauch love Life and joy, 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."

patriciajj's picture

I'm so moved by your

I'm so moved by your exquisite words of appreciation and encouragement that I simply don't know how to thank you. Love, joy, life and hugss to you as well. 

arqios's picture

That is the quintessent

That is the quintessent summation of the poetic process. What a life to live, specially with like folk however different and unique they be.

here is poetry that doesn't always conform

galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver

Codé's picture

No lie

I am always SUPER stoked when you post

bananas are the perfect food

for prostitutes

SSmoothie's picture

Aww thanks and I you! I'm

Aww thanks and I you! I'm around but have injured my dominant hand and have chronic referred pain syndrome. Everything takes so long with my other hand. I am now part machine screws and rods... but I am around here and there I try and read as many as I can and comment where I can. Inspiration can run dry quicker. I try to give a read for a read and a comment for a comment but the last year i just cannot. Pain is my old friend, but a chameleon always changing... hiding and reappearing in new places and new ways, but staying positive and strong is a duty and an honour! 

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."

S74rw4rd's picture

This is an excellent poem,

This is an excellent poem, and you deploy the metaphor of music quite well.  The center of the poem is in the lines "And plucking joy from the air / A glorious spiritual liturgy / How beautiful now since we've learned to pray . . ."  And the last four lines shows the effect of the process described in the poem's center.  The hopefulness conveyed in this poem is like a cup of cool water in the scorching heat of the desert of our squabbles and despairs in this difficult time.


SSmoothie's picture

Thank you so much!

In time I will reply to all these wonderful comments, but yes you validating so wonderfully well the intention and the effortless way you convey it is always a marvel. It brings me much joy to read all the analysis in all the poems, they encourage me to read them often by your critiques and stunning comparisons I enjoy your poetry no matter if I feel uncomfortable or fit perfectly in the well worn eloquence, there is always an experience  to be had 

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."