Cosmos of Feathers

" It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen." George Orwell 1949

 

 

The expansive cosmos shivers

With eerie sliver light

That blinds the unsuspecting person

Causing a new dream to begin

Where anything is possible

And nothing is forbidden

 

As the clock strikes thirteen

A new world unfolds

Before the glittering open minds

Of a rebirth without birth

And clocks without time.

 

The darkness caresses

With ebony feathers

That softly stroke the delicate skin

As stars fall around

Reach out and grab you one

But don’t be greedy

 

You are in a world

Where the earth doesn’t spin

Summer feels like winter

And tangible love no longer a sin

 

Where the heavens breathe

And the water cries

The earth beats to a romantic rhythm

As the air sings a melodic tale

 

Fire rages with an intrinsic need

Blazing with passions delight

On a cool April night

 

The vastness of the universe

Is at your finger tips

Where  streams of gold

Glitter in the sun

And Pegasus glides upon the sky

Giving eachperson their ride.

 

Dream with me in shades of all hues

Drift up on the midnight sea

Of opaque blue

Taste the vanilla moonbeams

And the tangerine sun

Envelope it all

Caress the cosmos with splendor  

As ebony feathers embrace you mind

Author's Note

written for creative poetry. I used the quote posted above the poem.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

There are a lot of lovely concepts in this. Like the concept of a "13 O'clock, and an Earth not quite like Earth. These are proxies to real concepts of physics and extra-planetary geology... or at least I imagine them to be. I quite enjoyed this.

[Poetic Beauty]

I wrote this quite awhile ago but many times I love to write new ideas and deep thoughts at time. Many times in an abstract feeling

[Silent Lover]

Wow, what fantastic imagery, emotion, and color. What a great use of words. This piece aroused my intellect, and tickled my feelings. Very nice work.

[knightcall]

I like the detail work that results in some strong imagery. This poem definitely takes chances and I like that sometimes it rides the edges of the pages. Definitely an impressive use of detail.

[Ladysue]

Oh Kristina, think this might be one of your best work. Great phrasing indeed and that last stanza is amazing. the entire piece just flows with imagination and creativity so beautifully...

[roarke]

frankly. I think the last stanza is fantastic and all you need. Save it as a stand alone piece. The rest of the poem can also exist without the last stanza. The last stanza is simply, beautiful.

[Larry Dyson]

excellent turn of phrase..."As the clock strikes thirteen

A new world unfolds

Before the glittering open minds

Of a rebirth without birth

And clocks without time.



The darkness caresses

With ebony feathers

That softly stroke the delicate skin

As stars fall around

Reach out and grab you one

But don’t be greedy"
love the admonission "dont be greedy"

you took us higher and wider in this metered piece and the separate pieces pulled together smoothly ..not like most of..."my poems" here which are a bit ragged around the edges trying to fit the "words"....would not know it had words to be used unless you told me...

[Liza]

sensual delight; intensity spurrs throughout igniting all the senses of mystery, brilliance and imagination.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I just love that last verse... some really serene imagery... an overall fascinating poem.

[Jibey]

The power of the moment comes across as congruent with Nature's bounty and the whole picture has a universal ring... the cosms caressed... and the dark feathers that tease and please...

[Art Sun]

this is an exceptional write...such poetry could be the foundations of the Universe in creation...flowing and expressing the very thoughts we wish to not only read and hear but wish we could have written...nice...very nice...