Prime

Prime

A Poem by Robin
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lucidity

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The dream is Primal 
 
our nature 
 
our beginnings
 
the bounce of chance
 
through the tesseract pachinko machinations of imagination
 
geologic fractals reflected
 
within the gazing ball of the infinite chromatic
 
the spectrum of wonder
 
in the pause of a prismatic ... dewdrop
 
a moment 
 
all held in the magic 
 
of the seed and the egg 
 
of creation ~
 
 
 
 
 
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© 2012 Robin


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'within the gazing ball of the infinite chromatic'

a great image in a poem that uncovers the inexplicable core of humanity, as fundamental as breathing. i was reading today about the red deer cave people and your poem left me thinking about them again, that sense of primal, the instinctive, almost forgotten ancestral core of man. fantastic writing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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i think this is extremely well crafted.
around the middle of this piece (from line 5) the syllable count of each word lends generously to the fascets being evoked by the theme, and then the last lines (5 lines) smooth out again,..as in the beginning of the piece.
you've employed a very intelligent strategy here that makes it impossible for the reader to not feel this poem - to go through it like it were a phenomon to experience...

Great job!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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wonderful. the dream is def primal!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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i loved this poem- your wording is beautiful, and this poem is also very deep- it briefly explains the wonders and erupting possibilites coming from us prime creatures, all of whom came from very small and simple beginnings...

Posted 11 Years Ago


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What a twisted path it is...

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Aww man, I love 'through the tesseract pachinko machinations of imagination' - that's so vivid and so abstracted all at once. And seriously nice timing on 'the spectrum of wonder/ in the pause of a prismatic .... dewdrop/ a moment.'

Posted 12 Years Ago


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pristine beauty ! lovely..

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amazing! your perfect drop . this perfect world!
what do you think got into ours?

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Hmm. Takin us back to something but where? We know but we dont.

They say that when were born our whole brain is active however it becomes "nonaccessable" later. It is still a part of us and i think that in your work you like ti hit truly accessable parts we often leave aside.

Hope that was satisfying.
Getting my s**t together is a little hectic :(

Posted 12 Years Ago


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a moment all held in the magic of your poetic hands........such a lovely write Robin as always.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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