Illusions Of Nothing
Illusions Of Nothing
I search slipping cumulus clouds
for signs of wonder and fortune:
foretelling images within their design.
I listen to the shadowy darkness
within the depth of the well
as slow drops echo into emptiness.
I stare into the endless blackness
of night to measure the distance
between love and the full moon.
I dream about magic and fantasies,
inside music and art, with embraces
and hands touching smooth flesh.
What I find is: a morning dove that
sounds like a hoot owl, and one
lost shoe at the side of the road.
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© RH Peat 8/8/05 6:42 am
Ralph L. Jones Jr.
Imagery is 1st rate. The drops of water disappearing into the empty well says a lot. What is found is something, but not what it seemed or is just another riddle that can't be worked out.
Imagery is 1st rate. The drops of water disappearing into the empty well says a lot. What is found is something, but not what it seemed or is just another riddle that can't be worked out.
Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
While you search, someone walks barefoot in search of the same fantasies and dreams without the gift you have to put it in poetic verse...so wonderfully written. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
While you search, someone walks barefoot in search of the same fantasies and dreams without the gift you have to put it in poetic verse...so wonderfully written. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
The poem sings and binds , opens the mind up like an expert surgeon opening the heart for an operation. Thr poem says a lot about the search inside the hollow of the imagination , inside the darkness of the illusive notions , inside the fleeting images and inside oneself. What is found is only a symbol which one shall interpret in his own way. Inside each mundane find there lies a divine revelation that connects the known step to the unchartered waters. I am lost inside this piece with each verse and found with each syllable again only to smile.