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Poem Details
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| Title: | Cycles |
| Author: | sabina |
| Date Submitted: | 11/27/2012 |
| Email: | sbender7219@aol.com |
| Poem: |
My body is weary, But my mind can’t stop. Flashes – bright – white – hot, Swift, intense, flying, Arcing, shimmering, shuddering, Fight their way out. An idea zips in, I try to pin it down, But - fast – flash – And away, it is gone. Another comes, and another, and another, and another. Piling up, rushing, hurling, fleeting – I wonder what happens when – I bet no one’s thought of that – I think I’ll try – And music, delicate, beautiful, ethereal, Every instrument’s song Distinct, clear, crystal-sharp, Like the voice of God. I lift my face, feel the floating light close. The notes flit through darkened sky, Dipping, soaring, glittering fusion – Pale pink, silver, warm gold, bright And bursting yellow-blue-white.... |