Arcs of Finality

Arcs of Finality

A Poem by Kristallo

The mind blooms like flowers
painted in prose
her organic poetry a potpourri  
of ghosted sighs and
moonlit notes.

In subtle colors of midnight
i'm spirited away
as echoes weep my essence
for a a heart who bleeds
for yesterday.

The storm of waking is temporal
tidal blue and sorrowed
 sighing crescendos of lost love
betrayed by faith
I borrowed.

Starlit souls rain like pastel fire
lifting lighted lanterns
over calmest sea-
illuminating silver arcs
of finality. 








































© 2014 Kristallo



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When I think of an arc I think of a grounding electron or perhaps the power in its draw, or I find myself flinching to the overdone use of the referencing word rainbow (Not a fan), Or I think of a promise. A mountaintop conveyance to a lost and hungry desert-ed mob and their covenant of peace through power...but I deeply wonder about the portionate curve in this circle and it's references to the heavens. As above so below, or so the hunter and thus the gather of stars would have you perceive. Arcs do not convey and "end, but rather the unbreakable strength in a circle. In it's circumference and the turning continuation without end. Gathered like survival and the reason within our lives from perception or understanding.
There is no doubt that this has given me great pause and therefore succeeded ( as such mirror of arc) as a true and powerful mental drug of art. The line , " The storm of waking is temporal" alone is enough, in itself to send me into dark realms of reverie. It is mentally transcendent and that is the gage of poetry in my page.

Still I wonder:
What flower has your mind bloomed beneath this Giza line. Loved it K.
We must discuss this "thing" you have penned someday soon, lodged within a ring of fire because I think I have really lost myself in this one.

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Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristallo

4 Years Ago

It's interesting how you pointed out that line in particular- it was the first that I had thought of.. read more
Perdition

4 Years Ago

I only know it to the extent that I believe it as a theory explaining the root of all that is by way.. read more



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I enjoyed your poetry as you wrote from the deepest part of your soul, you give words your own meaning as i connect i wish more will follow. Good read....

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Posted 3 Years Ago


Interesting title choice. So very appropriate. The arcs of the rainbow forever inspires its color. I guess I never considered our thoughts as organic. But organic we are. We were made from the dirt of this earth...and so we shall return to it. So yes...yes you are correct. Our thoughts are as organic as mother earth herself. We are in sync with her vibrations. These vibrations birth forth muses that speak to us.

However, the word choice of "finality" it makes the reader stop cold in their observations. Is all of this so final? Maybe what we think we lose is never truly lost. We keep fragments of these memories active in our "organic" imaginations. ;)

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Posted 4 Years Ago


i like how you used colors to display emotion. ive never personally tried that approach but it definitely has gotten me thinking about it. definitely like what you did here and a very descriptive work. im looking forward to reading more from you

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Posted 4 Years Ago


Ah Kris, yes it does...the poet is connected to all what he/she sees, absorbes, feels, sniffs, dance, creates, and so on and forth, for we are little particles, of absorbing just wat is made for us to live in, and with... :) once again here, I see on your ending the aurora borealis, dancing in purple, mixed with some green, to touch the sea of finality, you're a true beautiful voice too! for I can't get enough of your poetry, it speaks so much to me. Each and every line is just natural, not forced, it's pure.

- Elisa

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Posted 4 Years Ago


Kristallo

4 Years Ago

Elisa, thank you so sincerely for your kind words and your intuitive observations. We have many of t.. read more

4 Years Ago

You are very welcone, dear, xx
What a tender, sorrowful reflection painted in the darkest hues of lingering light.. there are softing curves that journey through your mindscapes... shelters and paths... and here, such rivers of pain running scarlet... How the love of one person can transform our universe... how the absence of that love can steal every light from the sky. So much sorrow.

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Posted 4 Years Ago


Kristallo

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Craig... there is heavy sorrow here, yes, but I try to make the beauty I can see .. read more
When I think of an arc I think of a grounding electron or perhaps the power in its draw, or I find myself flinching to the overdone use of the referencing word rainbow (Not a fan), Or I think of a promise. A mountaintop conveyance to a lost and hungry desert-ed mob and their covenant of peace through power...but I deeply wonder about the portionate curve in this circle and it's references to the heavens. As above so below, or so the hunter and thus the gather of stars would have you perceive. Arcs do not convey and "end, but rather the unbreakable strength in a circle. In it's circumference and the turning continuation without end. Gathered like survival and the reason within our lives from perception or understanding.
There is no doubt that this has given me great pause and therefore succeeded ( as such mirror of arc) as a true and powerful mental drug of art. The line , " The storm of waking is temporal" alone is enough, in itself to send me into dark realms of reverie. It is mentally transcendent and that is the gage of poetry in my page.

Still I wonder:
What flower has your mind bloomed beneath this Giza line. Loved it K.
We must discuss this "thing" you have penned someday soon, lodged within a ring of fire because I think I have really lost myself in this one.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristallo

4 Years Ago

It's interesting how you pointed out that line in particular- it was the first that I had thought of.. read more
Perdition

4 Years Ago

I only know it to the extent that I believe it as a theory explaining the root of all that is by way.. read more
The art of writing a poem is knowing how to start one. I you sure know how to start one.

That beginning stanza is just a snippet of the 'inhaled organic poetry' you speak of
and consistently write about.

nicely done.
dana

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Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristallo

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Dana. I appreciate it.
chills, my friend
listening to the trent on your page and reading this...ahh :)
I love how 3 stanzas have more direct art references and the other..well, nature becomes art while you're lamenting
the humanity of the experience.

"The mind blooms like flowers
painted in prose
inhaling organic poetry
of moonlit
notes."

and smoke infuses with air and singes itself to molecules in the clouds which later engorge and give birth to rain and send the earth the inspiration and things have come full circle...hope I'm grasping this stanza correctly :)

"In subtle colors of midnight
i'm spirited away
as echoes weep my essence
for a heart that bleeds
for yesterday."

sometimes I feel like that echo. I ADORE the colors accenting the darkness!!! gorgeous

"The storm of waking is temporal
tidal blue and sorrowed
sighing crescendos of lost love
betrayed by faith
I borrowed."

I find it interesting how you've juxtaposed this piece..the first stanza almost seems like a lucid, objective observance of the circulatory nature of the experience, and here you're caught in the ocean air and water currents of the transition...superb

"Starlit souls rain like pastel fire
lifting lighted lanterns
over calmest sea-
illuminating silver arcs
of finality."

and the eyes have it :) eye of the storm, the finality of what the eye can see..as majestic as the silver is, from your perspective--it ends

I'm super impressed by this piece

I pray to Jesus that I gave it some justice!

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Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristallo

4 Years Ago

That is beautiful, John! So kind of you to dissect it this way and give your thoughts and how it rea.. read more
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

each day this whole week has been pretty lovely..I actually learned a metric s**t ton about reviewin.. read more
SO VERY Beautiful Kris :)
To take sorrows and present as uplifting works of art---thats life lessons indeed!!!
Absolute Flow to this!!!

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Posted 4 Years Ago


Kristallo

4 Years Ago

SO VERY humbled by you! :) Thank you graciously for your unfailingly kind reviews, they bring sunshi.. read more
Souladareatease

4 Years Ago

tsk tsk...You guys and Your wip......Just don't lose the Beauty of it ...add to it:)
I SO Love.. read more
Kristallo

4 Years Ago

:D!!!
How time takes its costly toll on lives in painful reflections made. So profoundly aching in its poignant passion. xx

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Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristallo

4 Years Ago

Thank you, dear.
xxx

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