Searchlight Disconnected From Its Lighthouse

Spaces distance themselves--to

isolate the purpose of longing.

A depth where memory forgets

itself...spaces backwashed 

lucidly.

Genuine seeing sets in--as if a

searchlight disconnected from its

lighthouse...swimming toward 

the horizon's conclusion.

Longingly, as it is to bleed and

be bled for...the exchange of

the heart's chalice.

Eyes are lit by salvation in asking...

(so many eyes)...tenderly placed

for their hapless duration.

Spaces distance themselves--

to isolate the purpose of longing...

it is therefrom a genuine seeing

sets in.

How else may emotion unfold...

how else may this temple stand

amidst the wilderness?

A temple destined to die into

life...as life is irreducible from

a genuine seeing.

Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

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~ i'm astounded by your vision, monsieur... you're such a magnificent poet... i cannot begin to tell you what these lines mean to me...

"Spaces distance themselves--
to isolate the purpose of longing...
it is therefrom a genuine seeing
sets in.
How else may emotion unfold...
how else may this temple stand
amidst the wilderness?"

~ this is where i'm at... but i couldn't have articulated my thoughts as brilliantly or poetically in a million light years... you are amazing... i feel like i've received a universe of understanding from you... thank you for being you...

[John F Carver]

You can see the search light and that's wonderful. Nice finish. All and all a pretty good poem, and I'm hard to please.

[KB]

This is absolutely beautiful, elegant, emotional... I could go on and on, but I'm sure you get my point.

Wonderful!