Between three endless whispers
Whose words tangle to naught
The crosswind finds me sleeping
By Hypnos am I caught
Withered by gilded echos
Of a triad old and true
I am dreaming of a wisdom
Gifted by only two
And so in lies the riddle
No direction that I face
Allows me to hear clearly
God in hallowed space.
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I like this flows very well.
Thank you so much!
Your welcome. Has a very gentle feel to the poem. Like the way you have started the poem ‘ three endless whispers’ seems a bit mysterious .
beautifully written, and as 'little dove' highlighted already
the gentleness in tone and flow, make us think
of Nature's abundant tethers to those
spiritual elements within existence, most
can relate to, even if not aligned
under the umbrella of a shared belief system
Glad you like it! - I am always trying to do that, to find the what of divinity, beyond any specific belief system.
I really think there is something there.
- I mostly just think it has to do with a creative, social, and biological series of things within us, but I don't think that makes it less important. I see a lot of people in our world creating these external magic systems - and I never understand why they think that magic that you make is any less real.
you speak of that 'tightrope', we traverse - in our escape: of self...
see, we 'people' aren't scared of other's, anywhere near
as much as we're scared of our own potential for good and Bad;
and in that skeleton cupboard is where we we keep
profound questions like yours, dear poet
still, what matters, in my humble opinion
is we at least 'fight, the goof fight'
and let fate, do the rest...
knowing, we've left no room: for regret!
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