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.

[arbitrary jane]

primal things have been stirring lately. I love the appearance of the tesseract in this, moreso perhaps because it is paired with the instantly auditory pachinko machine. i am struck every time by the way you spin the magic on the wonder-wheel of the sciences.
all is.
bang-o

[Donald Meikle]

Can't say it any better than Ed did.
To be in that moment is habit forming!

[Audrey Howitt]

Wow what a great first read of the day--clarity--lucidity and such beauty within the moment--Thank you Robin!

[Ed Hart]

bang, prime time

[Nobody.]

first poem I've read today....
good stuff.
filled me up.
cheers!

[roarke]

it's the small gem stones that are the most interesting to look at, that reflect the mighty wonders, that spark the hues and winds of the universe of the mind lit bright by the beating rhythms of the heart.

ah, lucidity.... first and last.
Bravo.