ELEMENTS

strings are humming
inside my head
cracks on the ceiling morph into
a mosaic of roses
spinning and twirling
as i lie here staring.

the world is blue
and all is clear now
i know how it goes
but i wish i could
stay here with you.

strings are thrumming
against my chest
the vibrating stone
has been thrown
into a sinewy pond.
the water is warm
my body pulsates
it's only the beginning
i've been here before.

strings are strumming
upon a thread
leading the rest
to frenzied syncopation
along this riptide ride.

high hats are pattering
atip my nose
tickling the core
until it hurts.

all at once the pallette is blended
with superficial epiphanies
 until once more
the score makes sense.

day break comes
the world is sepia
wipe your feet on last night's wisdom
close your eyes that i may whisper
come down they've all been waiting
to see...

Reviews

[Josh Dollar]

This really show the power of words.

[closed]

mystical.
i like this kind of writing.
i had fun trying to decipher it. this is incentive for me to keep reading you.
nice work.

-Dream

[Cole Hayley]

the world is blue
and all is clear now
i know how it goes
but i wish i could
stay here with you.

- honestly beautiful

[Eddie Phillips]

strings are strumming
upon a thread
leading the rest
to frenzied syncopation
along this riptide ride.

That passage really moved me. I love the use of words and imagery in this section to describe a sound. Nice!

[khalid]

great poem..for a great poetess..

[Mockingbird]

so nice to hear from you. it's been so long. hope all is well over there in Egypt and you are enjoying teaching. i miss your writing.

[khalid]

thank you so much. im happy to read for you. things in egypt are not that good but ok..thank you

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

I get a sense of fusion of thoughts and sensory perceptions
abnormal s**t; funny how states of minds can synergize
half way through the surface tension of an emotional swamp
was made of gooey, elastic skin and jazz instruments got sticky
I like it when the imagery has an out of body experience
with the old mind and the heart does a back stroke
in some amorphous puddle river between storm drains
who knows what the hell I'm saying, but glad to see you writing

[Mark]

I think there is a lot of personal in this one. I was reminded of what it was like to take LSD... the ceiling cracks the strings...

It was a kaleidoscope for me that I just enjoyed without trying to gain understanding.