The Maker's Poem; a bit of original poetry that makes imagery live
47The Maker's Poem
Shaded in illusion
transformed by imagery
I dance a Pattern rising from
Times Ancient
where feet and memory
Tribe and Ritual flowed
in the moment
Real but not real.
Where access to pathways
directed motion and
Music dominated
the pull of black holes with
Uncertainty and Grace
escaping to Inner space
and meditation.
A place of recovery
ancient as turning a key.
Good it is to twist and turn
toward wave, wave, waves
opposing annihilation.
Computers cannot perceive more
than is contained within
But blood plagiarized
fends off negativity
sets Souls on The Path
where literature flows like
running water from Source
Moments rise from rubble
Survival floats on roaring rivers.
Poetry is contained
within the margins
of misunderstanding
twisted words transform
Baroque Time
Work you do matters
Not the words
Not the meaning
but the Cosmos
at Journey's End
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Very profound!! I really like this poem!
I find these words have deep meaning and it reminds me of the words I say to my children ...
"all you have to take with you in the end is how you treat others...this will leave you in their memory and they in yours at journey's end."
Work you do matters
Not the words
Not the meaning
but this Moment
At Journey's End
...you have an artist's sensibility which should be savored like a fine wine .... and these exquisite words could make anyone dance with delight .....
Beautiful words encapsulating beautiful thoughts. I too love the movement and the moment. Thanks for sharing. You still distill grace with everything you write.
Love and peace
Tony
Fascinating flow of consciousness (or unconsciousness?). Moving imagery. Many thanks for sharing your heart.
There are many different kinds of bravery (thinking of your profile) It is also brave to do share your heart, you know - not only to undertake that which gives you pause.
In a small town called Burke , in the northest kingdom of Vermont. near Burke mountain ski area.
The wonders of life are all we have, my name is Ed, This poem makes me think of yoga meditations, not that I Know,? I can imagine the enjoyment of dance easily from your writing . And did I see in your profile you went to school in Vermont? Thats where I live.
ahhh what a beautifully written poem by you:)
This is great ,story, can I call you that for short?
















Storytellersrus Hub Author 17 months ago
Lovely, gjcody. Thank you for sharing these meaningful words.