the poet

the poet

A Poem by jeRRy.whaLLey
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imagism/minimalism as Mystical crystals reflecting your Wonder -- the gender change is intentional as I wanted to give the sense that the Poet is a naked Heart and in the Garden of naked Hearts such distinctions as Race or Gender are unessential --

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a poet is like a sphere
with his centre everywhere
and her circumference nowhere

her pen bursts
with tachyon trails
revealing timelessness

a formless undiscovery
of territories without maps
realizing unknowns

he writes with stillness
and soundless rhythms
only the Heart can hear

the play of invertendo
innuendo and rhyme
as ripples on a dream

unraveling eyes
dismember the dead
forms and rituals

read --
then the poet is
reborn, numinous

© 2008 jeRRy.whaLLey


Author's Note

jeRRy.whaLLey
-- the penultimate Artist is to recreate in wonders -- -- I've come to the idea of late that Romanticism at its best embraces the Mystic plain-speak I've alluded to in these present pieces. For instance, 'To kiss the beloved with the same kiss the beloved kisses me and in that kiss live for eternity,' speaks plainly yet captures the Romantic elements well. I write like this in my more lyrical pieces but I've been trying on this imagism/minimalism which I find to be a Yang/harder form which tends to little crystals strewn about glittering many reflections in the reader. My limits probably and not the form per se. Still I wonder at the play of each form -- we change as change makes us evolve --

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to be honest. i am dead inside this morning. the cafe thing was only the capstone. I was looking for a sign and this sign is pretty darn irrefutable...but
I am also a reader and lover of poetry and writing and those who are gifted to create. So I am here reading - in awe...YOU are a REAL poet. I'm blessed to know you.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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unraveling eyes
dismember the dead
forms and rituals

read --
then the poet is
reborn, numinous

Beautifully penned and expressed~Quite lovely indeed~Fran

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I continue to be impressed by the way you weave words, thoughts and descriptions so beautifully and seemingly without any effort at all. Great work here, always :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

sweet again. I like your always fresh ideas, dear.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

to be honest. i am dead inside this morning. the cafe thing was only the capstone. I was looking for a sign and this sign is pretty darn irrefutable...but
I am also a reader and lover of poetry and writing and those who are gifted to create. So I am here reading - in awe...YOU are a REAL poet. I'm blessed to know you.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

dang.

:)
that is all i can say.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

you are a captivating poet! Wonderful work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Long live the poet, long live life love and the bard's eternal words. And praise to the timelessness in each breath of air of what is what was and what will be, in every moment of stillness� Wow we all got reduced.
Peace =)

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

this is beautifully descriptive. i like it alot.

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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