Meditation In Writing

More like a journal entry that rhymes.

Aphotic, it’s night
The shade’s enfolding from the East
Cerulean light that was the day
Is weakening or’e the western sea.

And Venus hangs above ablaze,
Golden,
And molten,


Her twinkling eyes reared toward the worlds beyond the darkening sky, staring.

Her mind in the warm embers of its soul thinking peace and serenity are after-all nearing.
Like a silence closing in on the blaring.
The moment of common energy flaring
Between the body and the massive sight,
She watches the
Apparitions of stars that awaken among her, above, burnishing in the pursuance of night..
Like pearls wrapped in brilliant light.

And her eyes did find serenity for a second,
Walking quietly
On concrete as a tiny human resident staring towards the waxing sky
And acquired silence for her body
Like she was stopping space and time

Yet sadly in her mind so sudden
Some sickness of plight cried thunder-

She is hindered by sounds now
more like a screeching

Like a machine that only crashes.


Or more like a forcefield of

Unseen opposing masses.

It was halted and it all faded.

The innocence of circumstance in meditation

lost. In the wind.

and a light, perhaps, so faint
Was wisped away whilst a whistle in the air
Became the faintest sound among the engines

In the sight of the one who’s
Always half blinded
Blocked by the wall of noise - an inebriated mind’s eye timed it.
Aware of the holes in the process to be enlightened
When it comes to her human nature..
She clings to the battle as the one who fights and
Cheats surrender.
She escapes inner war in a stubbornness to always live asunder.

As long as she’s truly smiling.

Even if the confusion’s compiling....

So out with the ink and paper
In the midst of the roadside trash
Writing in the dirt on the walk.
Losing the light; or infiltrated by the dark..
On the corner of her moonless resplendence
‘cept for the company of buzzing orange fluorescents
The ink now thinking of
The unfathomable beauty of the
Emotionless placidity renowned that shone rutilant inside this body squatting on the ground
"Nonetheless it’s shadowed, the peace and the tranquility," she wrote,
"consistently by conundrum and the chaos of the instability," she’d begun,
And there I sat under a shade of mystery

Riving out the turquoise sun.

Reviews

[Laura Maidah]

So glad you capitalized "East". Most people get that wrong! Nice.

[Jaco (Jaik Miller)]

This is fresh as f**k. Really dig it. It's cool that you posted this because I did something very similar last summer while on vacation. I did this little exercise where I would write a journal entry everyday in the format of a poem. So instead of a page it would be a poem that captures the day. Usually written at the end or the climax of the days events.