Unsettling

Settled in to the unsettling dream

I realize the futility of my name, 

the distance from one life to the next

unleashed from the surface of water

indifferent as the cup inside the steam

the barrier of which lies infinite to the creed 

Yet, what morning has no world, no meaning

what voice outside this sea, what shell, what hand or mirror would grasp

such distance as cries the introvert 

the clock as it dangles our world, 

swimming to the surface of a lamb

inside the well

I grasp at a single leaf

a forest from my mind

the infinite to one in a single toss

and the unfathomable darkness glaring back

as the chemistry bursts into life

Reviews

[Samael]

Perhaps it would do to make this a tad shorter, but all in all it is a powerful poem. Calm. I love the peace of mind, such as mediation I experienced from this. I find a lot in this poem.

[Perdition]

Ahh,,"Perhaps"..the ultimate poet's madness and blessing...perhaps. Thank you Samael, appreciate the input and kind words, also pleased to hear that you found some Om inside these lines. Perdition~

[Samael]

It was a pleasure, perdition :)

[barleygirl]

Pardon me for going "technical' but I've been reading some books by good writers on writing & they all say to craft short powerful phrases that pack such a punch, a whole paragraph of possibilities unfolds in the reader's mind. An excellent example of this: "I grasp at a single leaf . . . a forest from my mind" . . . another brilliant phrase: "such distance as cries the introvert" . . . overall, your poem harkens to how I feel a profound sense of how unfathomable life is, the older I get (as compared to the young know-it-all I used to be, glib answers for everything). Having an opinion is overrated. Lately I find myself pondering *sigh!* Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

I have an opinion on all this you know and of course on all and everything you've ever said..lol.read moreI have an opinion on all this you know and of course on all and everything you've ever said..lol.
FIRST if you're reading a book on poetry and not poetry or prose from the greatest of greats...throw it all out and throw yourself into the canyon...Make no attempts to slow the fall...Fire must be your friend and your voice, which is quickly unfolding into a monster beyond when
I first read your work...in fact I am quite excited for you ...Now then..forget all I've just said and do it as you will for it is, and always be YOUR journey as you wish. NOW~ what happened to the ((Hugs)) Margie??..Fondly and with best of intent..Joe..hahaha. You are soon for the high branches young lady~

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i find this poem very "unsettling"!

because time is moving so fast, i am but one life...and i am not sure if i have made a difference...
am i just that single leaf that blew from the tree...just an extra in the movie...uncredited in the credits.
there is so much hate in the world today...and aside from that...much much indifference.
this is a terrific write...
j.

[Perdition]

Time does have a way of doing that doesn't it? Well I'd say you've made a difference and thus all matter but then I'd have to account for myself as well and who truly knows. We are that leaf inventing a forest for our minds so you'd think we must be headed somewhere...or better yet the leaf has grown the forest from our minds...just look what we do with 12 notes to a scale...infinite..Thanks j.