Alpha and Omega
24 June 2016
Sinking nothings
They call out to mind
Of lesser importance names
Only the calling
A matter of speeches
The sight reaches
Into outer skies
Where unrestrained lie the cries
Of birds that fall dead
Their wings burdens of lead
I am falling
Into your bosom
Mortality’s contraption
How sweet is this death
Living within your breath
Tomorrows whirl
We are lone breathers
Mossy ground of the reapers
Calls to our still bones
Reality Time hones
Joining deltas
Only uncertain
Leads the hand through the curtain
Tainted veils restrain
Now diluted the pain
We build castles
Where dreams peak in surge
Remnants of the ghostly powers
Humanity’s urge
Alpha and Omega
Reading of the poem:
Down – Evi Vine
How Time flies – Evi Vine
For the Dreamers – Evi Vine
Yeah, I wish I remembered them, too. And when I do, I am grateful. I am curious about the treasures I’ve been missing out on.
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I’m not sure what you’re trying to convey here, but I like it a lot. The rhythm is nice, filled with great visuals and excellent word choice. Very nicely done, my friend!
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Thank you Dustin for reading and liking . There is a lot going on here so explaining it would be equivalent to paraphrasing every concept in words that are less relevant. Let’s say that in part this poem explores both our humanity and our godliness as well as the unique traits related to both.
This is also dreamtime poetry as I call it, i.e. either inspired directly after waking up from a dream or being created in an altered state (during a time of somnolence or other altered state like that deriving from coming out of no thought like after deep meditation).
Having said that, I think it is important that each person read it according to their own sensitivity and cultural values as it is not meant to convey the same message to all 🙂
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You are certainly welcome! Thank YOU for sharing!
It felt rather convoluted when I read it I definitely picked up on the humanity vibes, and given the title, I felt pretty confident that at least part of it had something to do with god, the gods, etc… Poetry is often open to interpretation, so this makes complete sense to me. The best writing (fiction or otherwise) should not attempt to sway the audience in any way. Invoking emotion is one thing, and we should feel SOMETHING, but didacticism is another. You know?
It’s great that you can be inspired by your dreams and write about them. I rarely remember my dreams, and I wonder what marvelous creations could come from them.
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What a pity you rarely remember them. As you say, some marvelous creations could come from them. I usually rush to my computer to write my dreamtime impressions down or sometimes even fall asleep in my armchair and wake up to jot down what has been going on. In other extreme cases I actually dream awake 😀
Thanks for stopping by and commenting 🙂
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Lovely! What a pair!
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Thank you Marissa 🙂
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