Raising a Leg of Thought

Rhythmic unspoken interludes embracing the soul

Spirit drifting in a glass free of absolutes

Ideas like breezes forever morphing, altering

Changing, becoming a chill or a feeling of warmth

 

Another step taken

Another idea forms as reward

Endless footsteps upon idle queries

Answers float like balloons

The inner eye a needle

Seamless stitches embracing invisible ink

Passages of time, a stiff drink

 

Vibrations articulate visions

Soft white silk upon the backs of closed eyelids

Pondering the velvet nature of mystery

Each leg carries a new tune upon the earth

 

Then, the here and now and forever more

A bowl of simmering brew

Poison or potion yet quantified

Floating effortlessly over a glade of grass

No matter the length or tempo of season

Or the hour of a life’s day

The mind’s undulation is the sway

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, this is how it is...the joy of writing...

this reminds me of something stephen king might have written, as a poem to go in his book--"On Writing"--
basking in the afterglow of a first draft. the one we look at before anyone else sees it...viewing that which we have created.

the visions of the mind put to paper.

[Wolfwind]

Thank you! I'm happy to see you've enjoyed it! =)

[STRAND]

I read this through several times, and I have no clue what the author is trying to convey. With this poem, the guilty parties are word choices: soul, spirit, embracing the invisible, and so on. By the end, I'm left with the strange, albeit pleasant image of a hovering beer above a lush meadow.

[Wolfwind]

Awesome! Thanks for your insight into the piece. I figure everyone will see it differently, so thanks for being the first to voice your opinion! =)