Prime

lucidity

 

The dream is Primal 

 

our nature 

 

our beginnings

 

the bounce of chance

 

through the tesseract pachinko machinations of imagination

 

geologic fractals reflected

 

within the gazing ball of the infinite chromatic

 

the spectrum of wonder

 

in the pause of a prismatic ... dewdrop

 

a moment 

 

all held in the magic 

 

of the seed and the egg 

 

of creation ~

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'within the gazing ball of the infinite chromatic'

a great image in a poem that uncovers the inexplicable core of humanity, as fundamental as breathing. i was reading today about the red deer cave people and your poem left me thinking about them again, that sense of primal, the instinctive, almost forgotten ancestral core of man. fantastic writing.

Creation is such a philosopical wonder, as we can think about it for eternity, rational all is ofcourse seen, and calculated in science, however you just write in the between of that, so wonderfully. As you have that gift. Mesmerizing work.

[Siddhartha]

There is that hint of rawness in it, that call to the primal instincts in man, yet it breathes a certain sophistication - a detached and keen look at the secrets of existence. Amazing work Robin.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

That's a good koan Robin. Write more in maths.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

I see colors, all the colors of existence.
Beautiful.

[patricia]

in the pause of a prismatic dewdrop...you captured something very special here Robin, when poetry is this good, one can only enjoy and admire. Thankyou.

[Georgiana S]

Wow..trully amazing. "within the gazing ball of the infinite chromatic.." very complex imagery

[emmajoy]

The dot above and within every eye, essential whether or not visible from birth of time to the unknown whenever to who knows when ..

[Kenneth The Poet]

You describe infinity better than Cantor or Erdos.

[Aidz]

Kaleidoscopic twistings of little chrome balls they belie chance on another stage and I count..... one

[Poetic Beauty]

There are endless possibilities within the world of dreams. You are so right like prism of colors. I like the feel and the wording of this poem. It has been awhile since I have stopped by your page. I will have to do so more frequently.