Arcanus Aeternus

Arcanus Aeternus

A Poem by Butterfly

A Dimension of True Reality and Relief.. the Release of Cosmic Energy
to a new Embrace of Belief. Was it all a dream, an illusion, a rift in
realities confusion or does the abyss of evils insanity hold a poet's
melodramatic tragedy. Through Space and Time .. through Riddle and
Rhyme .. Through Days and Nights Purely so Divine. Eternal Life through
the forest and the trees.. this swirling, sweltering, somber spirit
that knows all fates hidden in the breeze. Listen to its Solace
Sundering Sanctifying Silence. Let me shout, let me yell, let me scream,
let me find a way to be redeemed through the solitary confines of
this dream. Your Wishes are fire streams.. those you hold and keep so
clinched, so tightly, so quelled it Burns and Bleeds. So weave, curl,
spin, and twirl your wonders, give men Inspiration to Ponder for a new
creation left my Heart Asunder.

© 2011 Butterfly


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The flow in this poem is really good, you feel every word and all the aliteration and rhymes stand out because of the prose style. I really like this poem. I followed this mystical whisp through a vivid dream as if reality. Imaginitive.

The only thing I would suggest, which is partly professional but mainly personal, is stick to normal capital letters for words only for the beginning of a sentence or for a name. Also, use either a dash (-) or an elipse (which is three dots (...)) rather than the two dots you have. It just fits it into the prose style more.

But as I say, it's mainly personal. Thanks for sharing :)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Butterfly
Butterfly

miami gardens, FL



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However my Poetry is a reflection of all that's within me. The vast depth of my Poetry comes from who I really am and all that I know and know how to unlock and express. I and my Poetry are One. It.. more..

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