Creations

I wrote this poem after a young mother asked me was she being a good mother and herein lies the origins of this poem. I have never been a parent but my intent was to put her mind at rest and my general ideas on the mystique on the relationship between pr

On the cusp of the slide between the cosmos and reality

One piece of angel dust sparkles with an intensity

That will never be subdued by any technology

 

The sparkle does not allude to a well-defined cluster

It is the dawn of perpetual angel dust showers

Which will radiate with unparalleled lustre

 

 

The energy for this lustre is powered by something unseen

It is the love of the creators which will never let this energy be anything but pristine

 

The name of this creation is placed in an escape-proof container from the start

A place where the creators will forever bathe their soul and heart

 

With a wisdom that has no mortal comprehension

The gods perceive the exact dimension for your piece of perfection

Nowhere in the universe will a creation receive more affection

Or the expulsion of the last breath to afford protection

 

The irony of perfection is that its journey begins in a state of imperfection

And until the end of time, creations will flutter in and out of this dereliction

If the gods had issued a handbook on the cycle of life

The dynamics of nature would be altered and cause all kinds of strife

 

The fusion of the imitation and persona into a single entity

Is the time the creators should have installed their personal guidelines for all eternity

 

For the creators to indulge in a life of harmony

Is to see their creation healthy

Is to see their creation happy

Is to see their creation achieve inner serenity

 

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

This was an one of the best works I've read in awhile. It was a new and different style. The topic above about parenting, was causing me to expect something normal and standard, but you did the opposite! You created a masterpiece, something that a tune could be whistled to in a logical progression.

Great Job!

[None]

As I was reading this, I could feel your words wrap around me. Maybe it is the form you used, your words can reach and touch. I especially like this part...
"The sparkle does not allude to a well-defined cluster
It is the dawn of perpetual angel dust showers
Which will radiate with unparalleled lustre"
Wow! I'm in awe of your words. Your poem is clever and imaginative. Very well written!

[Natalie Lozano]

wow, You are friends with you dictionary and it shows. :) I love how you describe the same thing with different descriptive words. The last paragraph brings it all together very nicely. Wonderful job!

[Tania Leigh]

This is excellent. One of the things that allows mankind to evolve is that there is no "handbook", and nothing is perfect. We strive for perfection, but we will never achieve it, because when we come close to mastering something, we discover another facet of it and then strive to master that.

Although this poem speaks in terms of life and the universe, I can see the wisdom you applied to parenting.

A great piece!

[Angel Bird]

This has for sure a Wow-factor! This poem without a doubt shows the enormous potential you have as a poet and writer!

The lines of this writing contain a wonderfully vibrating energy! The essence of your philosophy and poesy is clear and powerful to the point that one cannot grasp its depth entirely ...

Excellent work!

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

This is a unique style Like Aaron said "The topic above about parenting, was causing me to expect something normal and standard, but you did the opposite!" Great job... it's alway refreshing to read something unexpected and not normal lol... Great Job... Oh, Welcome to WritersCafe... I can't Wait to read more of your work!