Ritual

A skinny colorless drained soul
That spits out nothing keeps a constant
Joyful stasis, not
Asking for anything.

A skinny colorless drained soul
Refutes the vagaries of stasis -
Observing us all.

All indications stay rooted
As they are left unsigned.
All life becomes unique -
Suggesting a meeting, seen
By emptiness.
Disenchanted and violent -
No time passes.
Never, never, never
Leaving us. Later,
We visit only what remains.

Reviews

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. oh ... gosh ... this is probably a micro epic that gives one some incredible insights into the human mind ... since i belong to a society and country that is neck deep in rituals, i find the title significant and meaningful ... very little is accomplished by those rituals ... they cause no evolution or progress ... indeed "we visit only what remains" ... sometimes, i really find my society and its traditions archaic and regressive ... the loss of momentum in evolution is almost palpable ... things only get progressively worse ... and emptier ... but then ... sometimes ... there's a tiny ray of hope ... inspiration consumes ... and one transcends social and other limitations ... i guess i live for those special moments ... and keep waiting for them while my life is unraveling in not so pleasant hues ... maybe we all do ... just my thoughts after reading this profound piece of writing ... superbly written ...

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you my dearest writer -
-xx-

[Bodhi]

'A skinny colorless drained soul
Refutes the vagaries of stasis -
Observing us all.'

excellent!

[Owlgirl]

Wow! Enchanting and great use of punctuation and the flow is so smooth! Great use of imagery as well, lovely poem!

[Sarah W. French]

This is poem is lovely. I like the image of a "colorless drained soul". A powerful poem

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Again...beautiful!