Solipsism of Youth

'Time searched the hallways for a mind. Hands kept time. The climate altered like a visible dance.' -J.M.

The transient universe pours out her mysteries

onto my plucked pages of twilight

smiling in the microcosm of stationary life

challenging me to drop the pen and

 

  { Ascend... }

 

into that finite oasis of pale blue sky

chasing the swiftness of stolen dreams

loyal to naught but the zephyr's wings

 

"Are we really so alone?"

I inquire of the burning stars

sitting silent in celestial harmony

each unto itself a hypnotist of light.

 

{In lilac lullaby, I tip my ear to velvet sky} and

 

The whispering pines are alive

in seraphic unison they dance

on ambrosial breeze

in organic grace

the incense brewed in verdant tea

And I humbled softly in wake

as lilies smile from the bottom of everything

blissful heads of pearl so unaware

of the constraints of time.

 

In this lucid presence of being

I can taste the unpolished freedom

of serenity.

 

Like rushing silk it softens the blur

between feverish flesh and

surrealist framed illusion.

In this idyllic definition of light

I realize my mind was splashing

with the freezing currents of

{ looking glass vanity } ;

the solipsism of youth.

 

 

Reviews

[Alexandria Reece]

Are you kidding me?! I can't wrap my head around how brilliant you are and how much it excites me to take you in! Your every word expands my mind further still, what true art should do! You create such beauty with your words and really deliver something that expands the soul and graces the reader's existence. I think most people cannot place why that is exactly, because your brilliance exceeds their capabilities. This little segment was ridiculously genius, absolute glory incarnate:

"each unto itself a hypnotist of light.
The whispering pines are alive
in seraphic unison they dance
on ambrosial breeze
in organic grace
the incense brewed in verdant tea
And I humbled softly in wake
as lilies smile from the bottom of everything
blissfully unaware
of the constraints of time."

Thank you for sharing, if you ever publish or self-publish please sign me up for one of the first copies. I am longing to take this all into my backyard at night and read it luxuriously :0

[Kristallo]

Oh, Alexandria, you are so dear to me. Thank you graciously for your kind and thoughtful input, it means so much. And you have my word, if that dream appears on my horizon, i'll commit my words to the pages just for you! Thanks again.

[Alexandria Reece]

Hurrah!

[The Twin Arenas]

"rushing silk" is such a great image. That's what silk does.

[Jack...]

My oh my, this is simply delicious my dear friend. You have woven a tapestry of vibrant colored threads, dancing in wayward patterns before my longing eyes. The youthful mind is so aware, to designable and conceieves anything and everything as beauty. Your words are beauty...sheer magical beauty and I am under thier spell. Very cool Kris. Loved this.

[Kristallo]

Thank you, Jack... your words are so kind and uplifting. I am truly flattered. :)

[Talal Hussain]

Thats such a wonderful composition...loved it :-)

[Kristallo]

Thank you!
xxxx

[Souladareatease]

This was A Beautiful and moving write, and so true to its sorrowful and longing ways ...captured perfect.
I do not mean offense...but do You hail from another country?
I have a very close friend, one whom I collab with much...She writes with the same style of thinking ...where and how words are placed...And many key words to Her countries land dot Her writes........I see so much of that here...very beautiful in scripting the subject---kudos!!!

[Kristallo]

No, i've never been fortunate enough to travel beyond the US- but someday. :)

I'm glad you actually caught the message of sorrow and 'misplacement' in this, despite the flowery prose, I touch on challenging quandries of the soul... I hadn't realized that I woven my language in a way reminiscent of a foreigner (to the U.S.)... thank you for the kind words, i'm so flattered.

[Souladareatease]

ITS proper English style...LOST ART that:) to speak of the subject in flattering ways whether its a good or bad subject....(to cite the Zephyr is a lost art too) proper English is lost in American English...and I love it...I write with it sometimes or pepper it.......americans just tend not to know it...tis very Beautiful

[Kristallo]

I agree with that, we are dealing with a serious bastardization of the English language around here. So many conversations are littered with profanity and sound flat out insipid. When I read turn of the century or older novels or poetry it always amazes me that people in those days would speak with such a proper finesse conversationally. But I would consider language arts more largely ignored than lost, in many cases people who are educated and chill tend to speak more eloquently than those who couldn't give a s**t how they might come across in intellectual or refined conversation. It's kind of a baffling transition.

[Souladareatease]

YES...exactly....laziness is most of it, On the other hand, I have a fascination with slang, from different areas and different times (You know all the terms I mean...past and todays---speakeasy, skirt, or how redneck changed through the years...these changes and how it happens astounds me...intriguing how it moves...people bend and shape it constant...every generation...some steal from the past...I prefer the learned English but don't always use it (laziness) spelling too...I prefer proper spellings of things...like colour ...as opposed to color ...depends on what I am writing...at odds with all these things...but they are bright shiny objects to me...and I gaze deeply--lost

[Kristallo]

Words are enrapturing, and with a proficient command of them, they can be manipulated to suit any cause. I see them as powerful tools that can flawlessly serve us in a variety of ways; the most essential being that with them, our deepest needs are met- understanding and empathy. Songs, poetry, literature, an affinity for intellectual communication and argumentative skills- these methods are used to teach us to identify with another and ourselves, and to understand the world around us. It's delightfully versatile, especially writing that is more avant-garde. And you're right, it's evolutionary even though the rudimentary elements remain the same, and with every new generation it evolves somehow.... it's kind of enlightening when you consider that we as humans were borne with such a complex capacity for expression. I'm glad I could share these deliberations with you, I'm feeling quite humbled now. :P

[Souladareatease]

Right back at You Kiddo!!!---I'm humbled too and always up for a deeper talk!!! always any Angles to the prism eh? You Have a wonderful Mind and always I appreciate Your time!!!

[Souladareatease]

* that's MANY angles...not any.......up there.

[Kristallo]

Hm. It's interesting that you mentioned 'angles in a prism.' One night last week I worked on a poem for half the night, and was sure that it was the best i'd ever written, and within one stanza I described that very thing... the sad thing is, I didn't have it saved and hit the wrong key while typing- which lost my work. I still lament the could-have-been of my creative miscarriage!... and thank you, graciously, its so rewarding to know i've reached a reader. Still nowhere near the ability to give up my day job, but I can dream... :)

[Souladareatease]

Indeed a worthwhile dream:) keep running towards it!!! funny too...just last night I was writing a work here...I loved it...fell in love with it....I was proud...(worked on it for 2 hrs)tried to add a picture....and the computer froze...and the only way to bring it back was to shut down the writers cafe' page....gone in an instant...I bitched to Lily Mae of this on Her recent poem we were gabbing on...UGHH heart wrenching when that happens....You use some of my favorite words to Use at times:) Prismatic is a favourite :)

[Kristallo]

That really is a fun word! Another personal favorite of mine that i've been wearing out is: lugubrious. Doesn't that just breeze off the poetic tongue like a sour candy? I love it!... and i'm sorry about your poem- it returned to universal birthplace of inspiration, and those carefully selected words of ours may never fall into place again. I noticed once a write is gone, unsaved, there's no resurrecting it to its former glory. It's such a shame.

[Souladareatease]

AHHH but that is decadent isn't it:) I see why You Love it:) ...yes it is the same for music...once it is tried again...either totally new idea is borne of it...or half the magic...weird that is--shame indeed...I have a writer friend that has instant recall...everything read is always there...ever since youth...wench is my pet term for Her :) to never lose a write...

[h d e rushin]

Your mouth-opening imagery always takes me on a journey..Imagine that,
a poor Black kid from the east side of Detroit, taking a journey?

Nicely written. It has that antiphonal quality, especially the final stanza,
almost as a verse sung before and after a canticle.

Your a tremendous talent.
dana

[KaylasPoetryBook]

Speechless.

[Kristallo]

Thank you... :)

[Mockingbird]

you have a way with beautiful writing, from the imagery to the words themselves. in the solipsism of youth it makes me think of one who has not yet experienced the jadedness (?) of life, but is in a state of innocence and inquisitiveness. and it's in that window of time that the universe speaks to him; he's more receptive to these frequencies. i don't find being alone a negative thing in this case because he's getting a learning experience that the rest of the people don't have. he gets his questions answered because of solipsism, there is no distraction. i know i'm probably so off, i apologize.
most of the images here are some of the elements i want my afterlife to be like.

[Kenilo Kent]

Can i have a xerox copy of ur mind...? Beautiful world you have inside.

[Kristallo]

The mind is a priceless galaxy of information and misinformation. Complex and beautiful, but sometimes guided by the raw, senselessness of emotion. Mine is, at times, a surreal garden- open and light. But there are other times that it is so dark and daunting that I wish I could escape it, or trade it for something else; those are the times of depression, when the mind feels caged. If I could turn my mind into a book, I would let you read it, but you may not enjoy the journey. :P

I am so flattered by your kind reviews, that I have moved you is a wonderous gift and I am astonished and humbled by it. Thank you so much.

[Kenilo Kent]

Depression! Is my oxygen... I feel it in my marrow, in my nails in my hair! Asleep or awake. I just want to escape it, mine is a mess.

[sanatravesty]

This is beautiful and surreal.. I love it.

[Kristallo]

Thank you... i'm glad you enjoyed it. :)