Echoes

Longing for wisdom, for a more enlightened world, to feel the connectedness of all things. Time is a string folding in and around itself.

Somewhere in the mist of this night must lie a memory,
a breath I took while sleeping, that could fill this...void.
The green path stretches far...too far to dream, almost.

Still beyond this fog I see a hand outstretched-
fingertips curled to beckon me onward,
lips pursed to blow me wisps of fairy dust
that I might hurl myself at last upon this shore
where wisteria curtains drape,
ivy spills itself over walls of stone
and where, beyond the rolling hills, a canyon lies
where no man shouts at the wind to hear his own voice
but feels instead the silent expanse of sky and soul as it ripples
through the parallel layers of time
that he has dared to mount-
red, rich clay whose pores hold secrets
tight within their ticking metronome
trapping every voice, every trickle
all the flipping fields that have rocked them
through midnights of blue
exploding with globes of sparkling ancient eyes
that look back through rivers of time
and glitter Morse code
down upon infants
with their eyes closed

still dreaming

of a memory...

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

This is sweet and dreamy. Strong poetry and insights, wonderfully romantic piece. I liked

to hear his own voice, but feels instead the silent expanse of sky and
soul, as it ripples
through the parallel layers of time, that he
has dared to mount-
red, rich clay whose pores hold secrets, --- because sooo airy! Sweet and upon existance.

[beancountersar]

This is one one of the best works I have read on here. Very thought provoking and very visual. Refreshing and yet hard to grasp...beckoning as the celestial hand you described. Then, you wrapped it up the same way you began. Brilliant!

[Charles D. Moorer]

This absolutely beautiful. The opening line is gorgeous, the imagery throughout devine. Very, very nice.

[Legion]

metrodome - did you mean metronome?

A wonderfully vivid poem with great imagination. Love it. Love it. Love it.

[Orlando Murcia]

Very well writte,
I loved the style of writing you chose
I can see you have been writing for a while
and it trully shows
Great work,

Orlando M

[Flow]

Your writings are awesome I must say I enjoy them emmensely.

[Robert Luna]

Ummm. That was beautiful to witness as well as read. You words were perfect and felt so inviting and heart warming to embrace. Always a pleasure to travel with your words as a guide. Purely Greatest

[Creepy Swine Guy]

When I read this, many thoughts are conjoured in my head. The line:

"Still beyond this fog I see a hand outstretched,"

Makes me think of Michelangelo's "The Creation of Adam"

Then I read:

"where no man shouts at the wind to hear his own voice,
but feels instead the silent expanse of sky and soul as it ripples"

This sounds like a paradise to me, a place of reflection rather than bluster.

Your writing is usually unique in my mind for it's imagery, for the music with which you write. But this strikes me for the subject. You bring to mind thoughts of the vast expanse of the space and time in which we exist. I will return to enjoy this poem often.

[BrightEyes]

as I'm currently writing a series of stories about a fairy; you had me at "fairy dust" lol. the word choices here bring a depth of emotion to this piece rarely felt...beautifully romantic *sigh* a lovely trip into a dream...where love lives strong.

laura

[Michael X]

such a bravo piece kris, absolutely stunning
thought, ethereal visionry, immaculately
portrayed, heightened state of emotional
rendering that speaks to the heart of every reader.
dream and memory, a provocatively mystifying concept
that leaves the heart in yearning ponder, peace, mike

[Keith]

I have read a few of your pieces now and feel compelled to elude to my appreciation... lovely tone and subject matter. Revelling in the days in the country, growing up, the times I thought could never be pressed aside within my consciousness... Aha! rebirth is good... this is very good....
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