Mirrors Splashing like Rivers full of Brownian Motion

Mirrors Splashing like Rivers full of Brownian Motion

A Poem by Hawkmoon

In which the jonquil becomes that which is beyond the comprehension of a Jonquil,

when the raven's eye 

ignites with a single unit of pollen, at the edge of the tree 

that sings a song that not even the Human Ear

can ignore, 

there in the Polka dotted sky, a series of Ionic Bonds 

are discussing the nature of spacetime with the Ghost of Einstein,

who is waiting for the year 1905 to happen again,

just to remember the days when the universe made sense,

in the Village of Ulm,

while contemplating the dream life of Renes Descartes,

who probably was misquoting shakespeare

when he said "I think, therefore I am" 

just as Shakespeare was telling a secret joke 

told by the Burning Bush to Moses,

an allegory within an allegory that moves through history 

disguised as common sense, 

which is an optical illusion that does not actually exist.

*

In the face of the Jonquil, there is a codex of superstitious spirits

racing around in brownian motion of the Ouroborous, trying to decide 

which color to wear, Yellow or Pink,

a purple pastiche of polka dots and parallel lines that crash through the sunlight 

to the rhythm of the Sitars of Aldebaran,

which may or may not yet exist, depending upon one's orientation in space and time

according to some series of undiscovered principles of gravitation and coincidence.

In that Jonquil, there is a tapestry of carbon and nitrogen fiber,

a magic carpet of unfinished sleeping, where ten thousand Djinni's 

are suspended like Mirrors in the unfinished weeping of Light,

a song that sounds like Life

to those whose flesh is knotted in ribbons of existentialist contemplation. 
*

the grasshopper does not know any of this, but stands on the edge of the blue stone

listening for the river to splash,

the river splashing, the splashing an echo of unlit beings, trout kings

whose compound scintilla are like the fragments of a Spider's 

laughter at the edge of the Garden, where ???

© 2012 Hawkmoon


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maybe the grasshopper is smarter than we think, even if he is only an insect...

there is an edge to everything...if it is an edge to a precipice we may fall in if we get too close...if it is an edge to enlightenment, we may want to fall in if we get too close.

and yes, i did my thesis on sexton and plath...

for her the garden was some eden after death...and she went there.

in one of her poems she said. "even then, i have nothing against life"

she just wanted to see how it felt, and to go there..

there is so much we leave unfinished in life.

i like where this poem took me..

deep stuff.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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maybe the grasshopper is smarter than we think, even if he is only an insect...

there is an edge to everything...if it is an edge to a precipice we may fall in if we get too close...if it is an edge to enlightenment, we may want to fall in if we get too close.

and yes, i did my thesis on sexton and plath...

for her the garden was some eden after death...and she went there.

in one of her poems she said. "even then, i have nothing against life"

she just wanted to see how it felt, and to go there..

there is so much we leave unfinished in life.

i like where this poem took me..

deep stuff.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love 'allegory that moves through history disguised as common sense', I love the grasshopper and a song that sounds like Life. This is multi-layered, intricate, enigmatic and beautiful. It is deep and will be dived into again!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marri

11 Years Ago

and by the way, whatever I have seen, and whatever that has terrified me at the world, for it is a w.. read more
Hawkmoon

11 Years Ago

your welcome, now try this: THIS IS THE ROOM of the wolfmother wallpaper. The toadstool motel you on.. read more
Marri

11 Years Ago

ohhh, this is dark and gloomy and romantic, and it seems so close, and reminds me of an endless nigh.. read more
Fantastic read.......I will tell you where it led my thoughts. I was reminded of someone who cares about no one but themself and the followers who kiss their feet even though they don't like them..........I have no idea why.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Hawkmoon

11 Years Ago

hahaha wow. The world is very cruel in so many ways, and Followers are often mistaken for Weak and t.. read more
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11 Years Ago

I am familiar with the name but I read very little of the classics these days and more of the contem.. read more
Hawkmoon

11 Years Ago

oh, yes Neruda is fantastic. Phosphorescence is one of his greatest words, hahaha. Anne Sexton is .. read more

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