Creation

Pure beauty is beyond recognition. But that doesn't mean we can't see it within the cracks of our flaws.

The sky meets between the seas of heaven and earth

The viridian towers reaching to godhood

Try to grasp the idea of heaven

God, life and death, in their metal hands

Praying to the works of fiction that balance in the distance of dreams

The clear water foaming and rippling on the crippled corpse of rejoice

The ground damp with teardrops

Of earth leaving her husband to take care of her children alone

Rusting gold along the road

The path as clear as our hearts, new

And taking the first steps to civilization

The works of our own creation

Under the ancient paintings of a masterpiece view destiny

In an abstract paradox of paradise sort of way

The Pandora of our box, a present

The elderly sun adopting light into realizing its place in this world

The moon a mere reflection of the faces of angels

And the point where it all meets

The peak of the highest structures of man

Touching the lowest catacombs of heaven

Where man waits outside the gate

For God to welcome him, and his mother, home

Following in his father’s footsteps

Making way to finally walking his own path

Into the labyrinth of colours, love, different ways to touch

Leaving ripples upon the abyss

And casting waves upon the shipwrecked heaven of the unknown

Free to flounder in the Autumn breeze

That almost carry the scent of home, breathing in the wonder

Of a clay homunculus coming to be more than just flesh and blood

More than just family

More than just alone together

Scattered under the careful gaze of angels

Painting those of sainthood with their own halos

Fragile pieces of priceless

Made by a crafter’s hands, praying

For hearts so much more than playthings

These hearts will meet me again someday

Where the sky splits open giving birth to brilliance

Between the mountains of earth

And the valleys of heaven

Waiting

For the gates to open

When time passes into dreamlands after growing older than itself

And the budding flower of dreams, into reality

Like a butterfly in metamorphosis

Ever changingly uncertain

But sure that

At least

We form a tapestry manifested by colour herself

Or a novel that wrote its own story

Putting into words their own meaning

Trying to grasp the idea of heaven

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Another great poem! I really enjoyed reading this! Some of your poems feel as if the narrator is looking mostly inward (at one's own response to what's "out there"), but this poem is very much more outward-looking -- it feels like it's opening up your message to a ton of new input & possibilities & observations. This is one of the most spiritual poems I can remember reading of yours. I am left with the feeling that, no matter how cleverly we put together our words to describe nature, we always fall short. There is so much more "out there" than we can put into words. So much we don't even grasp, so we don't even know how much we don't understand. But humans being human, we still strive to have the upper hand over all things & we throw our words around the best we can! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Davidgeo]

There's some exceptional lines in this one... truly exceptional.
"...crippled corpse of rejoice..."
"rusting gold along the way..."
"The Pandora of our a box, a present"
"The peak of the highest structure's of man/touching the lowest catacombs of heaven"
"leaving ripples upon the abyss"
"fragile pieces of precious..."
… just so many good lines here. Definitely my favorite piece of yours, which is kind of saying a lot I think.

I'm going to recommend the show Westworld to you again; a lot of themes from that show overlap with your writing.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you for reading, and I'm glad you enjoyed this work. I'll check it out sometime.

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Wow! You just make me say "Wow" for most of your poems! And this is different from what you write generally. You just master the imagery and that's your super-power. This is completely different, isn't it? Even the layout and gesture is rare... And illustrations too. This kind of poems cheers me up in seconds and stays for long in my mind. I hope you'll continue to write these, I mean like these. :D And thanks for this poem.

Keep writing
Good Luck!