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A POETIC TIMELINE (For Poets of Poetic Faith)

CATEGORY

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The mind hangs in silence

All is stilled—thoughts lingering

Lazily as if in a cosmic animation;

 

No words drip from the faucet that once

Streamed waters of creation; now there’s

Only empty air passing over the idle lexis;

 

How deceiving is the thought, idle mind.

A dormant volcano quietly creates its inner

Explosive flow; so does the idle mind, its own.

 

No creation is ever void of time—

Time itself God used to speak into creation;

Is not she the Garden of Eden within herself?

 

Katydids are timed in metamorphosis; babes

In the womb; black holes in the depth of time’s time.

In all creation time is an instant of the eternity of self.

 

Thus, the poem is a creature of time

Germinating in the womb of the mind;

Even pre-mature births are in time.

 

While time its self does not wait,

We must wait on the timing of time;

For in its own time is the poem delivered.

 

To A Poetic Timeline

(For Poets of Poetic Faith)

 

The mind hangs in silence

All is stilled—thoughts lingering

Lazily as if in a cosmic animation;

 

No words drip from the faucet that once

Streamed waters of creation; now there’s

Only empty air passing over the idle lexis;

 

How deceiving is the thought, idle mind.

A dormant volcano quietly creates its inner

Explosive flow; so does the idle mind, its own.

 

No creation is ever void of time—

Time itself God used to speak into creation;

Is not she the Garden of Eden within herself?

 

Katydids are timed in metamorphosis; babes

In the womb; black holes in the depth of time’s time.

In all creation time is an instant of the eternity of self.

 

Thus, the poem is a creature of time

Germinating in the womb of the mind;

Even pre-matured births are in time.

 

While time its self does not wait,

We must wait on the timing of time;

For in its own time is the poem delivered.

 

 

To A Poetic Timeline

(For Poets of Poetic Faith)

 

The mind hangs in silence

All is stilled—thoughts lingering

Lazily as if in a cosmic animation;

 

No words drip from the faucet that once

Streamed waters of creation; now there’s

Only empty air passing over the idle lexis;

 

How deceiving is the thought, idle mind.

A dormant volcano quietly creates its inner

Explosive flow; so does the idle mind, its own.

 

No creation is ever void of time—

Time itself God used to speak into creation;

Is not she the Garden of Eden within herself?

 

Katydids are timed in metamorphosis; babes

In the womb; black holes in the depth of time’s time.

In all creation time is an instant of the eternity of self.

 

Thus, the poem is a creature of time

Germinating in the womb of the mind;

Even pre-matured births are in time.

 

While time its self does not wait,

We must wait on the timing of time;

For in its own time is the poem delivered.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Immortal Wize says:

Quite Poetic indeed, enjoyed the Cascade.

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mlowe5 says:

ONE!

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omg

 

LP45 says:

Awesomely penned mlowe5. Thanks for sharing!

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mlowe5 says:

ONE. Peace and Love. mlowe
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mlowe5 says:

Indeed love_supreme, the poem is a creature of time. Thanks. Much appreciated. Peace and Love.
Contest Winner  

mlowe5 says:

Indeed love_supreme, the poem is a creature of time. Thanks. Much appreciated. Peace and Love.

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