Solipsism of Youth

Solipsism of Youth

A Poem by Kristallo
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'Time searched the hallways for a mind. Hands kept time. The climate altered like a visible dance.' -J.M.

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The transient universe pours out her mysteries

onto my plucked pages of twilight

smiling in the microcosm of stationary life

challenging me to drop the pen and

 

  { Ascend... }

 

into that finite oasis of pale blue sky

chasing the swiftness of stolen dreams

loyal to naught but the zephyr's wings

 

"Are we really so alone?"

I inquire of the burning stars

sitting silent in celestial harmony

each unto itself a hypnotist of light.

 

{In lilac lullaby, I tip my ear to velvet sky} and

 

The whispering pines are alive

in seraphic unison they dance

on ambrosial breeze

in organic grace

the incense brewed in verdant tea

And I humbled softly in wake

as lilies smile from the bottom of everything

blissful heads of pearl so unaware

of the constraints of time.

 

In this lucid presence of being

I can taste the unpolished freedom

of serenity.

 

Like rushing silk it softens the blur

between feverish flesh and

surrealist framed illusion.

In this idyllic definition of light

I realize my mind was splashing

with the freezing currents of

{ looking glass vanity } ;

the solipsism of youth.

 

 

© 2013 Kristallo


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Are you kidding me?! I can't wrap my head around how brilliant you are and how much it excites me to take you in! Your every word expands my mind further still, what true art should do! You create such beauty with your words and really deliver something that expands the soul and graces the reader's existence. I think most people cannot place why that is exactly, because your brilliance exceeds their capabilities. This little segment was ridiculously genius, absolute glory incarnate:

"each unto itself a hypnotist of light.
The whispering pines are alive
in seraphic unison they dance
on ambrosial breeze
in organic grace
the incense brewed in verdant tea
And I humbled softly in wake
as lilies smile from the bottom of everything
blissfully unaware
of the constraints of time."

Thank you for sharing, if you ever publish or self-publish please sign me up for one of the first copies. I am longing to take this all into my backyard at night and read it luxuriously :0

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristallo

11 Years Ago

Oh, Alexandria, you are so dear to me. Thank you graciously for your kind and thoughtful input, it m.. read more
Alexandria Reece

11 Years Ago

Hurrah!



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"rushing silk" is such a great image. That's what silk does.

Posted 8 Years Ago


My oh my, this is simply delicious my dear friend. You have woven a tapestry of vibrant colored threads, dancing in wayward patterns before my longing eyes. The youthful mind is so aware, to designable and conceieves anything and everything as beauty. Your words are beauty...sheer magical beauty and I am under thier spell. Very cool Kris. Loved this.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Kristallo

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Jack... your words are so kind and uplifting. I am truly flattered. :)
Thats such a wonderful composition...loved it :-)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Kristallo

10 Years Ago

Thank you!
xxxx
This was A Beautiful and moving write, and so true to its sorrowful and longing ways ...captured perfect.
I do not mean offense...but do You hail from another country?
I have a very close friend, one whom I collab with much...She writes with the same style of thinking ...where and how words are placed...And many key words to Her countries land dot Her writes........I see so much of that here...very beautiful in scripting the subject---kudos!!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Kristallo

10 Years Ago

That really is a fun word! Another personal favorite of mine that i've been wearing out is: lugubrio.. read more
Souladareatease

10 Years Ago

AHHH but that is decadent isn't it:) I see why You Love it:) ...yes it is the same for music...once .. read more
Your mouth-opening imagery always takes me on a journey..Imagine that,
a poor Black kid from the east side of Detroit, taking a journey?

Nicely written. It has that antiphonal quality, especially the final stanza,
almost as a verse sung before and after a canticle.

Your a tremendous talent.
dana

Posted 10 Years Ago


Speechless.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Kristallo

10 Years Ago

Thank you... :)
you have a way with beautiful writing, from the imagery to the words themselves. in the solipsism of youth it makes me think of one who has not yet experienced the jadedness (?) of life, but is in a state of innocence and inquisitiveness. and it's in that window of time that the universe speaks to him; he's more receptive to these frequencies. i don't find being alone a negative thing in this case because he's getting a learning experience that the rest of the people don't have. he gets his questions answered because of solipsism, there is no distraction. i know i'm probably so off, i apologize.
most of the images here are some of the elements i want my afterlife to be like.


Posted 11 Years Ago


Can i have a xerox copy of ur mind...? Beautiful world you have inside.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Kristallo

11 Years Ago

The mind is a priceless galaxy of information and misinformation. Complex and beautiful, but sometim.. read more
Kenilo Kent

11 Years Ago

Depression! Is my oxygen... I feel it in my marrow, in my nails in my hair! Asleep or awake. I just .. read more
This is beautiful and surreal.. I love it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Kristallo

11 Years Ago

Thank you... i'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

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Kristallo

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