Arcs of Finality

The mind blooms like flowers

painted in prose

her organic poetry a potpourri  

of ghosted sighs and

moonlit notes.

In subtle colors of midnight

i'm spirited away

as echoes weep my essence

for a a heart who bleeds

for yesterday.

The storm of waking is temporal

tidal blue and sorrowed

 sighing crescendos of lost love

betrayed by faith

I borrowed.

Starlit souls rain like pastel fire

lifting lighted lanterns

over calmest sea-

illuminating silver arcs

of finality. 

Reviews

[Perdition]

When I think of an arc I think of a grounding electron or perhaps the power in its draw, or I find myself flinching to the overdone use of the referencing word rainbow (Not a fan), Or I think of a promise. A mountaintop conveyance to a lost and hungry desert-ed mob and their covenant of peace through power...but I deeply wonder about the portionate curve in this circle and it's references to the heavens. As above so below, or so the hunter and thus the gather of stars would have you perceive. Arcs do not convey and "end, but rather the unbreakable strength in a circle. In it's circumference and the turning continuation without end. Gathered like survival and the reason within our lives from perception or understanding.
There is no doubt that this has given me great pause and therefore succeeded ( as such mirror of arc) as a true and powerful mental drug of art. The line , " The storm of waking is temporal" alone is enough, in itself to send me into dark realms of reverie. It is mentally transcendent and that is the gage of poetry in my page.

Still I wonder:
What flower has your mind bloomed beneath this Giza line. Loved it K.
We must discuss this "thing" you have penned someday soon, lodged within a ring of fire because I think I have really lost myself in this one.

[Kristallo]

It's interesting how you pointed out that line in particular- it was the first that I had thought of... one of those lines that you repeat in your head all day long because you know it is the seed of budding inspiration, that cathartic release from the restraints of ego. I like to transcend the blurred divide between dreams and reality and during the journey I lose myself, too, on the path and after deliberating over the finished work I see the whispers of subconscious pains and desires that were otherwise ignored, and I learn. Are you familiar with the philosophical concept of solipsism? I'm quite taken with it lately, though it scares the s**t out of me.

Thank you for another stunning review. I look forward to hearing your personal interpretation of these poetry collages, as you have an unerring ability to piece together these fragments in an incredibly intuitive and insightful way. Thanks again.

[Perdition]

I only know it to the extent that I believe it as a theory explaining the root of all that is by way of all that isn't. Once we conclude that we are all that we know, or can know, the rest must fall under the mirage of perception. That, however, does not mean that we are incapable of creating some beautiful mental mirages. Plato's cave philosophy gave us shadows and that is where I started. In "Republic" he pondered prison shadows just as I ponder an owl and wonder just how lacking that word owl is, or bird is in comparison to the form I perceive before me. Then I wonder how the owl perceives me. I spend a lot of time swinging in the playground of perception and transcendence. I talk to animals quite often as well. There are quite a few people worried about me.... but then again they are only interpreting shadows.

[A. Amos]

I enjoyed your poetry as you wrote from the deepest part of your soul, you give words your own meaning as i connect i wish more will follow. Good read....

[Muse]

Interesting title choice. So very appropriate. The arcs of the rainbow forever inspires its color. I guess I never considered our thoughts as organic. But organic we are. We were made from the dirt of this earth...and so we shall return to it. So yes...yes you are correct. Our thoughts are as organic as mother earth herself. We are in sync with her vibrations. These vibrations birth forth muses that speak to us.

However, the word choice of "finality" it makes the reader stop cold in their observations. Is all of this so final? Maybe what we think we lose is never truly lost. We keep fragments of these memories active in our "organic" imaginations. ;)

[Taylor Williams]

i like how you used colors to display emotion. ive never personally tried that approach but it definitely has gotten me thinking about it. definitely like what you did here and a very descriptive work. im looking forward to reading more from you

[Kristallo]

Ah Kris, yes it does...the poet is connected to all what he/she sees, absorbes, feels, sniffs, dance, creates, and so on and forth, for we are little particles, of absorbing just wat is made for us to live in, and with... :) once again here, I see on your ending the aurora borealis, dancing in purple, mixed with some green, to touch the sea of finality, you're a true beautiful voice too! for I can't get enough of your poetry, it speaks so much to me. Each and every line is just natural, not forced, it's pure.

- Elisa

[Kristallo]

Elisa, thank you so sincerely for your kind words and your intuitive observations. We have many of the same visions and dreams, I think, like kindred souls- you feel and sense my words on a deepest level. I'm humbled by it. :)

You are very welcone, dear, xx

[An owl on the moon]

What a tender, sorrowful reflection painted in the darkest hues of lingering light.. there are softing curves that journey through your mindscapes... shelters and paths... and here, such rivers of pain running scarlet... How the love of one person can transform our universe... how the absence of that love can steal every light from the sky. So much sorrow.

[Kristallo]

Thank you so much, Craig... there is heavy sorrow here, yes, but I try to make the beauty I can see and feel in life overpower that sadness that runs so deeply. You are so dear to me, I appreciate your words.

[h d e rushin]

The art of writing a poem is knowing how to start one. I you sure know how to start one.

That beginning stanza is just a snippet of the 'inhaled organic poetry' you speak of
and consistently write about.

nicely done.
dana

[Kristallo]

Thank you, Dana. I appreciate it.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

chills, my friend
listening to the trent on your page and reading this...ahh :)
I love how 3 stanzas have more direct art references and the other..well, nature becomes art while you're lamenting
the humanity of the experience.

"The mind blooms like flowers
painted in prose
inhaling organic poetry
of moonlit
notes."

and smoke infuses with air and singes itself to molecules in the clouds which later engorge and give birth to rain and send the earth the inspiration and things have come full circle...hope I'm grasping this stanza correctly :)

"In subtle colors of midnight
i'm spirited away
as echoes weep my essence
for a heart that bleeds
for yesterday."

sometimes I feel like that echo. I ADORE the colors accenting the darkness!!! gorgeous

"The storm of waking is temporal
tidal blue and sorrowed
sighing crescendos of lost love
betrayed by faith
I borrowed."

I find it interesting how you've juxtaposed this piece..the first stanza almost seems like a lucid, objective observance of the circulatory nature of the experience, and here you're caught in the ocean air and water currents of the transition...superb

"Starlit souls rain like pastel fire
lifting lighted lanterns
over calmest sea-
illuminating silver arcs
of finality."

and the eyes have it :) eye of the storm, the finality of what the eye can see..as majestic as the silver is, from your perspective--it ends

I'm super impressed by this piece

I pray to Jesus that I gave it some justice!

[Kristallo]

That is beautiful, John! So kind of you to dissect it this way and give your thoughts and how it reached you in such a vivid and enlightening way, i'm so honored. Lol. You leave the most insightful reviews, and yes, you see and feel the shades of our physical world and the metaphysical much the same as I do. For that, i'm appreciative.... so many, many thanks to you! I hope you have a lovely day. Cheers!

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

each day this whole week has been pretty lovely..I actually learned a metric s**t ton about reviewing from you, so many thanks to you as well...just printed out my art bio for tonight's show...I'm stoked

[Souladareatease]

SO VERY Beautiful Kris :)
To take sorrows and present as uplifting works of art---thats life lessons indeed!!!
Absolute Flow to this!!!

[Kristallo]

SO VERY humbled by you! :) Thank you graciously for your unfailingly kind reviews, they bring sunshine to my soul... this is still WIP but it's on the way. So glad you found it tasteful.

[Souladareatease]

tsk tsk...You guys and Your wip......Just don't lose the Beauty of it ...add to it:)
I SO Love this wonderful painting!!!

[Kristallo]

:D!!!

[The 13th Eros]

How time takes its costly toll on lives in painful reflections made. So profoundly aching in its poignant passion. xx

[Kristallo]

Thank you, dear.
xxx