Change in ecstasy

When a moment feels so perfect that nothing else matters. You close your eyes and just feel it and suddenlythe darkness is your New favourite colour.

Having my eyes closed

I don't need to see other 

All the surroundings are posed 

For taking decisions I always needed 

To know every possible consequence 

Leaving all my feelings unheeded 

Now the time has stopped 

I can balance in ecstasy 

You can recognize the decision I opt 

The more my sight blurres 

As the warm dark overflows 

The more feelings occurr 

Suddenly poetry becomes prosa 

Black turned into the brightest 

And I have never been closer 

The time itself inconsistant 

And I could see the never seen 

I touched the none existent 

Finally I could be the never been

Reviews

[Misery]

An excellent creation, dear poet.
I must agree with you, the last stanza is the best.
The last stanza is virtually a poem in itself, yes?

[Patricia]

Thank you very much! I think so too, but it would miss in this whole poem.

[Horizons]

"Suddenly poetry becomes prosa" - One of my fav. lines!

Again your cleverness makes me surprised and impressed as well `bout the piece you`ve come up with. Enjoyed reading it. The verses or the pattern you`ve used in this write`s very appreciable, & of course, I love reading poetry in such patterns.
Moreover, as a reader, I must say to a beautiful writer that you must think `bout writing a 'story-tale' on this subject - "Change In Ecstasy". This story could be a big hit. You may stir the composition of love, romance, sadness, heartaches, wounds, betrayal and on `n `on .. whatever happens in love-life. Your title`s full if insights itself & speaks up to me many things `bout "changes". So, I think, You must think `bout writing a short-story on it. Do let me know if you do write, I`d like to read.

Excellent Performance by you once again!

[Patricia]

Thank you again wow again! It makes me so happy that you can appricate my art like that! Really? I sometimes tried to write short stories but they always turned out to be s**t haha well maybe I'll try next time again!

[Horizons]

Yes, it`s really.. I "really" appreciate your work the way I did. (smile)
Me too, sometimes, let my stories go turned into a crap of s***s, without on purpose so, it really makes the heart feeling bother. But when, by the end, I reach out on the bank of the story-line (giving my script a break of few days), I find those all s***s quiet useful to my work, after all, sometimes, there`s always "good" in "worst". So, try it. Write a story, no matter how good or worst. And, then close it (as you find yourself full of stress). Leave that as it is. Close the concept (close the notebook/diary or laptop). Take a short walk. Get yourself busy with doing other stuffs. And, then few days later, go and re-open the page of that diary or notebook or document where you had written that story. Pull up your beautiful chair. Start reading from starting to an end with much focus; full concentration to the theme of the subject. Edit where it`s necessary. Cut the lines where it ought to. And, make a great time with your work... with re-reading, re-writing and editing or re-editing the story. In the end, you`d have a great story outta the crap of s***s. Indeed. Try it yourself. At first, it bothers, but in last, it makes you feel good.

Write it. Post it `n pop me up! Happy-Writing! ;)

[Patricia]

This is a really great advice thank you again! I need to try this consciously haha now that you say it, I recognize this in some other work. I tried to write and hated it so i just stopped and when I tidy up my room I often find old work and I find awesome fragments I can use for new work!
Yes I'll surely show you when I am finished. Happy-Writing back :P

[Irenic]

The time itself inconsistant
And I could see the never seen
I touched the none existent
Finally I could be the never been

I enjoyed your poem. Your writing style and the way of describing is quiet appreciate-able. I love it

[Patricia]

That makes me really happy to hear! I also like the last stanca best haha but thank you very much!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like how you use the language. Making each point in the poem worthwhile.
"Suddenly poetry becomes prosa
Black turned into the brightest
And I have never been closer "
Many type of ecstasy. Good words is one. Ecstasy of good words make the mind go wild. I like the complete poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia]

Thank you again!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. Was a pleasure to read your words.