Swirling Circles

A dream begins.
I am a swirling circle in a path
that leads to a destination
somewhere in the corner
of my consciousness.
I know this place,
at least it has a familiar shape.
A place of understanding that
I left behind in my seeking of
a door that opens and
finds me sitting naked in
a chair.
Soul open for examination.
Broken heart covered with
shadows of silken meanings
that defined most anything
but which were mystery to me.
Lifting my eyes I find
the trembling echoes
of a conversation
I had meant to begin.
Waves of metaphor
crashing into the waves of
an under mind river that
is flowing carefully across
the definitions of
my thoughts.
Like a spiderweb the images
reach out and ensnare me
into carefully designed
traps that pull me
down into a rolling
sunken treasure I may have
been meant to find.
Clouds escape their patterns
to dance messages across
the fabric of my mind.
There are only complications
left for me to explore and I
scream in empty waves of
mystic pain that
not only demands, but,
illustrates the sorrow that
will not depart from
this dream.
I am the swirling circle
and so I follow my direction,
knowing I am lost.

Reviews

[Chris]

You were here...
and so was I...
You HAD to be...
I didn't.

You asked,
I came.
You spoke,
I listened
and still am - listening
to the echoes and the wind.

Chris

[Sakib]

Great use of words. I like the way you have described the whole thing. Amazing.

[SinnerInspired]

Love it!

[Sleeping Maiden]

Breath-taking. I love this so much! Its such an amazing poem! I love the imagery...the descriptions.. the words flow so well. Nicely done!

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

Wow, yes
"Clouds escape their patterns
to dance messages across
the fabric of my mind."

[Ed Hart]

yes, i like this one...good flow...heartfelt...

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Fantastic words :)

[Thrinna Mae]

Great poem and the title caught my attention...

[Becky C Strukamp]

What an amazing poem. I loved it from start to finish. Each word a word of distinct meaning. Truly amazing write.

[. serah .]

there is a phenomenal flow to this poem
it captures inner turbulence with poetic precision