Shapes

The Light cascades

Down, e

Earth-bound
And pierces the soul,

Of a mere mortal
Who ponders the circles, the edges, the twists, the turns
The unknown

Intended for one to ponder,

Never to learn
The delightfully weary shapes of

Past

Present

Future

Reviews

[Silvia - Scribo, Ergo S..]

I like it! Straight down the line, neat, not a word too many ...

I just wondered about forom ... The fragmented, staccato-like nature of the poem might have been served better, had you chopped up the lines as well ... the CASCADING effect so to speak ... (and I�d do away with first-line capitalisation, it seems random anyhow):


The Light cascades down,
earth-bound
and pierces the soul of a mere mortal
who ponders the circles,
the edges,
the twists,
the turns
the unknown,
intended for one to ponder,
never to learn
the delightfully weary shapes
of past,
present,
future


Just a thought. But as I said - love the poem. xxx