False Horizon

False Horizon

A Poem by Swagato Saha

What once were weightless whispers inane,
And nameless wagers ever fleeting in vain;
Till in breathless glory did pass, to divine lore...
O' proud silence o' words - thou scorn before!

Thy litany o' letters must the corridors chime,
Like errless laws long older than time,
Opaque to presence, unconscious to thought;
Mad histories thy tamed to trivia unsought.

Thy edifice obscured whence apostles preach,
To the humble herd held to pitiful reach,
To the lowly debris of marvels thence laid,
Reified, realised, 'gainst the hungry invade!

'Tis blurred in plain sight what longs to be free,
Fallible, in formation, finite for all to see,
That we'll usher to being once we understand,
So horizons shall fold by the trailing hand.

© 2022 Swagato Saha


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What a splendid mastery of the Old form Swagato. Every time I visit I am rewarded with another gem

Ken e

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Swagato Saha

3 Months Ago

Thank you.
Although written with an ancient style flourish of the pen, this poem was nicely penned. No one wants false horizons. Pleased to have stopped by.

Chris

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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