Notice of absence from arqios
Physically present, the rest may be somewhere altogether…
Physically present, the rest may be somewhere altogether…
Poets traverse land and sea,
Exploring known reality.
In words exchanged, new dreams take flight,
Imagined realms ignite.
Dialogues unfold, thoughts expand,
Souls and words in gentle hands.
A marriage of minds begins to bloom,
Where dreams find room.
Thought and spirit intersect true,
Awareness melding in unified view.
Neural pulses share beats,
Harmony where thinking meets.
Together, poets carve ground,
In each other’s verse, connections found.
World expands beyond finite space,
Minds and spirits face to face.
In this symphonic dance, our place,
Thought and spirit in timeless grace.
Marriage of minds, a sacred art,
Uniting consciousness, head and heart.
- Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 18th, 2024 05:58
- Comment from author about the poem: Meditation on Sonnet 116
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
Comments7
Unification consciousness head and heart As well as all else. I like the theme of this poem and where it is headed nicely done
Thanks Soren, that was quite possibly to conceive here at MPS and a couple of other sites. The rest appear to be open dumps.
The marriage of minds and hearts through poetic craft. Indeed, I feel this as i read, write, post and interact. Wonderfully expressed!
That’s quite where it’s at and developing;, offering possibilities and avenues.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds etc etc .. the way you have approached this exercise is really cool .. hardly bardly but I reckon you just done good ..🐧👍
Call it “bardelaise” kinda like mayonnaise.
Fantastic work. Powerful and poignant.
Thanks Thomas🙏🏻
"In words exchanged, new dreams take flight" hopeful and light, "Minds and spirits face to face" sums it up nicely. Well said.
Thanks DW 👍🏻 a little something to look forward to and aspire towards.
So very true Arqios, those words will never stop coming from us.
Andy
And wait awhile ‘til the words take flight in song! Something like that early 70s commercial: “I’d like to teach the world to sing….”
I enjoyed your lines here. Poets are a breed unto themselves, no one understands a poet like another poet. Your fourth stanza stood out for me in particular. Great piece.
Or misunderstand each other the most, it’s where the pendulum has swung the most in either case on either side. Yes, thanks Cassie, it’s an intriguing thought to have a capacity to make finite what is by nature and understanding infinite, in this case “Space.” Thanks for the front row seats! 👍🏻
You clearly have far too much time on your hands 🙂
Could very well be!
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