Just Don't Forget the Hiding Places

Just Don’t Forget the Hiding Places

The canvas the universe lays plastered

Across the tree of time, and throughout

It all are bright furnaces that emanate beautiful

Rays that rule the entire kingdom of the

Spectrum because light is the King 

The King is light and the light dwells in all stars

From the non-existent north to the secret south

And when we peer into the depths of the dark

Above our head and pay our respects to the light

But when have we ever seen what is in between?

What is in between the stars, what is the medium

That permeates between light and shadow in all

Means of ray, beam, field, boson, quarks, atoms

The in between of the ambient light is never seen

There can’t be light without the unlight to show us

What really resides between the dark dwellings

Who hides there, why does the light avoid it

Why is the the unlight what we need to see light

We crave the light, it is our society and drive

And the light is our tribute to the King, but…

Just don’t forget the hiding places

Reviews

[Indra's Child]

I only wish I could verbalize my thoughts as elegantly as you. Everything you write seems to be emanating from such a deep place of deep thought. Beautiful

[JamesTleBourn]

Murky... again?! Your praise is such a blessing and I feel so honored to be given a good review by such a talented writer yourself! Lol i feel like in your review you have better vocab than my entire poem. I truly thank you for your words of raw kindness. As for deep places of thought... the mind of a poet is a beautiful realm to dwell, am I right?

James

[Indra's Child]

Hmm. My vocab comes from having far too much time on my hands. Lol (I get bored and look through the dictionary)
It's true- it can be a very beautiful place. But also a little tragic, and dark. For me, I think that I think too much...
I just love your poetry. The hiding places. I love how it transports you to that realm between what we consider real and not real, makes you question how deep it goes, makes you wonder just how far out perception is. Does it comprise everything? Is there something we cannot perceive and in turn haven't created, but exists nonetheless...?
Nah I'm going off on a tangent, hmm... Too far too fast, I am a weird one 🛸

[JamesTleBourn]

Very educational pass time, if only I was that productive when I'm bored!
I do agree with the tragedy aspect of the creative mind. It can be a sad, tragic place, but I do feel like most writers agree with me when I say that there is a sense of beauty in all sadness. If you didn't have sadness, the beauty that comes from lack of sadness is merely cover page to the book of life, not a true theme that is woven into the body text of the book.
Very nice tangent... very thought provoking.
(I prefer the quote: if you're not weird you're boring.")

[Indra's Child]

Haha love it.
If you look deep enough into anyone you can find the weirdness within. It's kind of amazing.

[JamesTleBourn]

I agree- it's not if someone is weird or not, it's the issue of how deep they bury the weirdness out of shame

[Indra's Child]

Very true. All those little things that differentiate someone, I find it really sad when I see people so afraid to let it out, maybe someone might judge them, ignore them, hurt them. Then I realize I have to do the work too.

[JamesTleBourn]

For us writers, poems are very helpful for displaying the emotions that differentiate people. That's why I love poems

[Indra's Child]

Sometimes it feels like I don't have a choice. I just have to write. I know this sounds cliche but it's like breathing. Haha. I just have to

[JamesTleBourn]

Why do I feel like I've said those exact words before? I get what you mean - it's one the only ways to get emotions out. Sometimes when you can't talk to someone about emotions, writing is like a trick to talk about emotions with yourself. They tend to be helpful: i equate my poetry with a journal.

[JamesTleBourn]

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