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.




  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2021 11:56
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  • Rainbow

    I like this flows very well.

    • Quemis

      Thank you so much!

    • Rainbow

      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 .

    • L. B. Mek

      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

      • Quemis

        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.

        • L. B. Mek

          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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