Sparkling Wonderland

Classic romance

Sparkling Wonderland

Silent Fireworks, Sparkling Diamonds, Falling Rain,

Gentle orb Shimmering Down upon supine waves.

Burdens quietly Relinquished in velvet Darkness!

That which Yet possesses purpose and direction;

Still Escapes Me only to return again and again!

Time and tide wait for None in the pouring rain,

Upon lost horizons storm clouds keep rolling in.

Swollen drops all sag each heavier than the last;

Glistening with the Promise Of new life to come.

Gravity beckoning each return home once again!

To sleep perchance to dream of days yet to come;

Each drop a memory of Brighter Days In the sun!

Yet each drop also a river none may step in twice,

Returning home relaying the Warmth Of our sun!

Melting amorphously under the tempestuous sea,

Luxuriating in the warmth of A Far Greater Truth.

Persistence of Awareness lingering in the moment:

Never to be lost Forever just fading into the sunset,

Never to be lost forever mere Dust Before the wind,

Never to be lost forever, at The Bottom of the ocean,

Never to be Lost Forever atop the highest mountain,

Unaffected by any vagaries of stormier ocean waves.

Unaffected by greater time's less Forgiving Fortunes,

Delightful Silence Dances between each falling drop;

Hearkening the Memory of God on the waters of life!

Off in the distance A Beacon Of Hope in all darkness!

Never failing to lend comfort To All hands lost at sea!

Never bored, or dismissive with those all around him.

Never failing To Stand Strong against outrageous fate!

Never failing To Guide All Through the raging storms;

Dazzling beacon yet penetrates, The Deepest Darkness.

Bringing renewed life and Hope to myriad good things!

Where aroused the sea passionately Embraces her lover;

Standing firm, as if carved out of The Rock Of Gibraltar!

Standing out, Standing Tall upon the shore's beachhead.

Where he eagerly Anticipates every tender loving caress,

Waiting for the mud to settle within the eye of the Storm.

While Together they embody their own poetry in motion.

Awaiting a shared crescendo of divine heavenly thunder!

Finding in each other's arms, Safe Harbor from the storm;

Waiting Firmly Rooted to the Earth head up in the clouds.

As if in gratitude for their wondrous emancipated feeling;

Along with the change in weather all eyes turn to Heaven!

To see if the sun will yet Shine Through the darkest clouds.

To see if the brilliant light may yet penetrate their darkness.

To grace them again with Tender Ineffable pleasure and joy.

To grace them yet again with the Gift Of Life and awareness!

Their private Silent Explanation of the Victory of The Silence;

Upon summoning the upward Spiraling Stairway To Heaven!

Feeling all the Love Reigning down upon the earth from above,

Silent fireworks Sparkle Ceaselessly going off in every direction.

Dancing rain upon a tin roof Conjuring Up a Romance just for two,

As it is above, so be it below, within A Sparkling Wonderland Of Rain!

Author's Note

This may be among the top most word perfect and complete versions of this poem today. I've had women beg me to write more sexy poems and have had to tell them its all math or fuzzy logic to me and, sometimes, I don't even know what a poem is supposed to be about for years or decades, and I really don't have a choice about which ones I work on first. I never even know when I'm finished, and some of these poems were written five different times, with each version making sense in its own rite.

Reviews

[wuliheron]

Taoists say its the simple s**t that always gets you, and the simple shape of this poem was almost no help in writing it while, normally, I can use the shape of a poem to figure out what to write. My poems come in all shapes, including a variety of toilets, a mushroom, dresses, etc. and the shapes are intrinsic to the fractal mathematics, which must say everything and nothing. This poem is in the shape of a primitive lighthouse, without a roof, which tend to be much smaller and more irregular natural stone.

Some have called me the most spiritual agnostic they've ever met, which I find flattering, but I see no reason to distinguish between what most people call God and the loving truth of the gift of life we share. Our poetry is supposed to reflect the popular use of language and, if most people want to call the loving truth God, I certainly understand why. :)

This poem has what hippies call "Sparkle", as in Ooooh, Shiny! And beg me to write more of, but people who like sparkle in particular, tend to all over do it like little kids. This poem illustrates how a gentle sense of humor can add sparkle and warmth without over doing it.

Believe it or not, I can skim dozens of pages of physics papers and point out exactly where they make assumptions and logic errors, without reading a word, and can even tell you something about the author. Just by the shapes of the paragraphs. Saves a lot of time doing research. All I'm looking for is what's missing from this picture, which is what the authors try to ignore, but getting good at it requires about thirty years work.

Note that this poem can be read with a fast paced rhythm, which reflects what's missing from this picture, or yin-yang sing-song dynamics similar to a Muppet show song or Gil Scot Heron, being expressed by the cadence.