Below your feet

Below your feet

A Poem by clairekeown25

A world beneath
A world below
The birds flock by
The north winds blow
Mists sweep beneath
The cracked ice sheets
Ice pixies veils
Trip dancing feet
The crevasse sighs
At winters cry
With wondered eyes
You step inside

Valedictions to the sky
The old world now has passed you by
Brass pillars line this secret pass
Strange fauna, not quite leaves or grass
Icy fingers trail your spine
No creature but fears relentless whine
As darkness closes one final door
Of the world that is to you no more

Hyrogliphic symbols twist and expand
A dancing language, foreign hand
An earthy ballet paints these walls
Strange magic hear its beckon call
A queer sensation, not right at all
Onto your hands and knees you fall! 
But on and on and on you crawl
Awakened now with heavy eyes
The new world greets you. Mystified.
Golden shimmer, dreamy haze
Your thoughts quite lost inside this maze

What once was body, once was mind
Once was thirsty, once was blind
Once was angry, once overcome,
Once was led by lips and tongue
What once was fueled by greed and lust
Once craving peace or love or trust
Once searching perfection, dwelling in tears
Ambition, rejection, acceptance and fear
What once to you was a true cause
Is gone now, what once was, just was.

© 2013 clairekeown25


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Amazingly spiritual in its beauty and form and I appreciated the subtle message and undertone of entering into a new brighter and alien world from the cold one you are used to letting go of everything negative in your life and embracing a new and brighter and newer version of yourself.

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clairekeown25
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trying to work out if we are all holograms, the world is full of paradoxes and by accepting them perhaps we will find the absolute truth. aside from occupying myself with staring at the wall thinkin.. more..

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