Worlds with out Names

Worlds with out Names

A Poem by Samuel Ferris

The blood thickens and curdles 
like old milk left out in a dark, damp room;
forgotten, sealed, and putrefying, it is consumed
with out witness.

The assailant takes hold when no 
one is watching, or listening;
when the mind wanders through
its endless cathedral of thoughts
and desires.

It is formless  and there for free,
it is free and there for electric and terrifying, 
it is both nameless, shapeless, imaginary and most real.

It is not a corporeal thing,
and it is not a phantom,
but the left overs and unthinkables
of the day coming awake 
in our veins;
the entire worlds we forgot 
to name.

© 2010 Samuel Ferris

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I liked how this poem made me feel. Inside us, the universe is free, shapeless as you say, most beautiful, with our imagination we can go anywhere. Wittgenstein famously wrote that the world is the totality of facts, not of things, I had to think about this while reading your poem. Phenomena without names.

Posted 11 Years Ago

A nice abstract theme….
I could enjoy…
But ...disposition of your mind…remains as an enigma….
And I feel curious….as…I can see…
It has depth…..I mean your mind and thoughts….

Posted 11 Years Ago

This is an interesting effort... I'd have to read a lot more of your writing before I could say I completely understand it or appreciate it. If the words/lines accurately reflect your intent, there may be some real 'meat' here. Until I have a better grasp of things, i'll just repeat myself... interesting (and not named).

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Samuel Ferris
Samuel Ferris

Rochester, NY

I enjoy reading and writing, playing guitar, piano, and composing music. I enjoy reading the poetry of Seamus Heaney, TS elliot, William Carlos Williams, EE Cummings, Lorca, pablo neruda, emily dicke.. more..