And constellations reel their predictive matrices
Above the myriad minds in sleep set free
Hydrad haunts the slate roof skyline
Full moon feral the calling of her ancestral mothers
To set the world to rights
In increments of feathers
And dreams of stars and swirling galaxies of peace
Compose great symphonies in ether mist
Individual notes picked out insemiotic
And thread together necklaces for ancestral mothers
To set the world to rights
In jigsaw pieces pondered
And falling yet through floors of splintered silence
Mind meanderers spread their mattress arms
Embrace the morning rituals unthought
And wide-eyed wash away the fears of ancestral mothers
To set the world to rights
In menial tasks of civil duty
Above the myriad minds in sleep set free
Hydrad haunts the slate roof skyline
Full moon feral the calling of her ancestral mothers
To set the world to rights
In increments of feathers
And dreams of stars and swirling galaxies of peace
Compose great symphonies in ether mist
Individual notes picked out insemiotic
And thread together necklaces for ancestral mothers
To set the world to rights
In jigsaw pieces pondered
And falling yet through floors of splintered silence
Mind meanderers spread their mattress arms
Embrace the morning rituals unthought
And wide-eyed wash away the fears of ancestral mothers
To set the world to rights
In menial tasks of civil duty
17 comments:
this one reverberated down in my genes
The cosmo/macro. Sometimes it is hard to be grounded. -Jaynbe
Yodood: now that is a disturbing image :)
Jayne: or torn between :B
Awesome. "in increments of feathers" is a beautiful, beautiful line.
Jury duty? ;-}
Jeffscape: thank you and welcome :)
Walking Man: Nobody would want me on their jury :D
Why are planets near-spheres?
James: I give up, why are planets near-spheres?
"dreams of stars and swirling galaxies of peace"
Reminds me of why I love to fly in my dreams. I like this very much.
this is perfect for a nice slow read late at night with candels for company
wow! i love this image and the poem; the second stanza is insanely perfect.
insanely perfect. i don't know what else to say.
Lilwave: thank you and happy flying :]
Derailed Hippo: any way you like it ;}
Zoe: insanely perfect is good enough for me - thanks! :D
The quotidian is a harsh mistress.
Awesome.
Do you think the moon governs our dreams?
i love the thread that binds these together...though my mindless morning ritual would include a snooze button or two, at least until the coffe is brewed...nice play.
Artsparker: The daily fever (I had to look that one up) - perhaps only a virus :)
Cinnamon: I think the moon has a strong effect on my imagination
Brian: mmmm coffee
That was very nice and a soothing read. Great imagery!
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