The Form WithinA Poem by Ronaldo
I am calling upon the voice once again.
Hear me, oh harbinger of Silence,
and tell this dissonant mind where to begin.
Take what's in these thoughtless whispers
and stir the winds of understanding,
For the torrent of moments unpinned
slip between my grasp and round my skin.
I confess and I remember, this morning I rose,
but I failed to greet the day.
The night before still has some afterglows.
Desperately, I try to keep them in my frame of mind.
Yet, my attempts being as they are,
I become most unsure about yesterday.
So here I am in this moment so ill-defined;
won't you show me the way?
Give to me your honesty,
Your sobriety.
Move me with your solemn affectivity,
for I need to suffer the truth entirely.
Provide me with the means to meaning,
and create the vantage where I can see
how this evanescence is made to be me.
So, here I stand with the formless and the obscure,
and your gate keepers, stillness and silence
caution this advance.
Ah, but yes!
there, in the desolate and featureless,
through the emptiness and the vacuous,
Shrouding the place
where time tells the story of moments torn apart,
where imbued direction fills permanent space.
There in the bare chambers of my unformed heart
may I rise to distill my specific form.
© 2018 RonaldoAuthor's Note
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