Hypercube Of Enchantment~

Between the beginning

and the end

my life is linked

it is set off by trees

and concludes with trees;

in the middle

the hypercube

unfolds its infinite edges

and emits the enchanted book of days

 

This is what keeps the dawn

and the dusk

from collapsing

into the pleats of my many skirts

keeps the colors together for another symmetrical day

 

It begins with the engine

the inhale accelerates at the first set of pines

with the world receding in the contracted distance;

life becomes a dancing pupil

 

Forty five minutes become a story

for leaves

and branches;

sometimes Pan is a wood blur

keeping speed in the bike lane

next to my car

sometimes I pull over

and he leans back in the seat

my latte scrutinized under his equine nostrils

flaring

 

There is a cube inside a cube

with linear leans in musical notes

sounds that strip the blues out of my jeans

and press my hands into my naked torso

snapping twigs

between dimensional poetry

and skin

 

My seclusion

my charmed peace

where wild turkeys peck at the fragments of the sky

and deer rise from a pool of blood at the side of the road

and breathe again

where hunters become immobile blemishes

green moss grown around

their rifles;

death does not move here

 

This is enchantment

I remember intimately

infinite forests inside infinite reflections

Buddha feeding wolves from a jar of honey

pixies with sharp dreams rooting for the mandrake soul

between the arbor of my curved ribs

and the fronds of green growing from my hips

shoots and wildflowers tying me back around an old bole

that never forgot the girl with the fractal imagination;

trees have this long memory thing

it’s not in the rings

but the roots

that bind us all

to impossible weathers inside the climate

of our own tapestry

 

Between point one

where life has one dimensional needs

and point two

where life contracts into the night

is a double helix of forty five minute dreams

inside the enchanted hypercube

of a commute

that is a myth

making ride

all its own;

this place, where the trees

line thick dreams

and cubes become infinite chimeras

within figments

is where

I am alive

in my naked mind

learning my flexible soul

like inverted

braille

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[OT]

this is brilliantly done selene - a twisting world of cubes within cubes - "There is a cube inside a cube
with linear leans in musical notes
sounds that strip the blues out of my jeans" - love that and the last 2 stanzas are poems themselves - they were my favourite - you pick up on the subtle and obvious and blend it all together well here - surreally wrapped up with myths and logic - great title too! nice!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

We all need that perfect dream world to escape to now and then to help keep our sanity from getting lost in the hustle bustle of the real world. In fact I would like to visit yours in my next out of body experience, it sounds delightful.

[Bard Constantine]

A beautiful pause. Time freezes, humanity fades. Inhale, exhale. Breathing your words...

[patricia]

What a mind you have! I have a lot of stuff today...much of it was excellent. This surpasses it all. I am so glad and rewarded for looking it up. It is absolutely perfect. Thankyou

[Cafe Reader]

This is what keeps the dawn

and the dusk

from collapsing

into the pleats of my many skirts

keeps the colors together for another symmetrical day


The images you invoke are mind blowing. We love peeking into your super sensory worlds!

[Reese38]

And now, sorceress, you combine geometry and soul, concise language and sublime metaphors to create yet another mind bending poem that challenges not just the writer, the critic in all of us, but the human being as well. You're the genuine article, no one composes like you do. You're a pure empath, which shows in stanzas such as this.


My seclusion

my charmed peace

where wild turkeys peck at the fragments of the sky

and deer rise from a pool of blood at the side of the road

and breathe again

where hunters become immobile blemishes

green moss grown around

their rifles;

death does not move here

[LilyT]

The journeys you take us on are always mesmerizing. Somewhere between your imagination and your everyday world you keep the enchantment alive for all of us.

Between point one

where life has one dimensional needs

and point two

where life contracts into the night

is a double helix of forty five minute dreams

inside the enchanted hypercube

of a commute

that is a myth

making ride

all its own;

this place, where the trees

line thick dreams

and cubes become infinite chimeras

within figments

is where

I am alive

in my naked mind

learning my flexible soul

like inverted

braille


You're so loved for the beauty and the thoughtfulness you bring into the world.

[Wildfleour]

Damn, RT. Wow.

[asdarkeyesclose]

'between the arbor of my curved ribs

and the fronds of green growing from my hips

shoots and wildflowers tying me back around an old bole'

for anyone just starting out in poetry who wants to learn to write well there could be no better poet to start with than you. you write with a wonderful emotion, sublime images that drift across the horizon of our thoughts, the words settling with unexpected associations and meaning. i loved so many lines in this, especially the second stanza, so full of poetry. thank you for challenging the boundaries of poetry and giving us new dimensions and vision :)

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Exquisite piece. You have a way with words.

but the roots
that bind us all
to impossible weathers inside the climate
of our own tapestry


So true!

[Robin]

thoughts speeding through a stand of fractal trees in a tesseract daydream , heart beat to the rhythm of road , hands on the wheel of dharma, the ommmm of the tires , a mantra of mind through ever widening eyes . machinations of the nature of nature - the foibles of humanity ... and always in touch of the magic , a temple of solitude in a symbiotic sunset and sunrise of the soulscape , home - alive - as the journey continues and the dream evolves ...