Thread: The World (don't profess to be a poet but see what you think)

The horizon lifts its lids of cloudfall,

Wilful, strong, cleans the systems within them,

Sharp strikes across the skull’s thoughts to wind through,

Lifting all cognition through the spheres too.



Listing, the controls struggle to wash them,

Water serving lubrication between,

Whipping rays think of the airflow stalling,

Wondering what the landscape had once known.



Memories abound but access does not,

Sections calling but others not stalling,

Flections spear each idea as the lifelines,

Link the future with pastures evolving.



Sustenance comes forth from the one carer,

A system of energy conditions,

Sculpturing within, following the law,

Drawing chemical power from solid.



Raging life trapped in design of the crust

Twisting support gives life from below,

Heat absorbed at one with the family,

An incubation protects: so lovely.



Different planes revolving around one,

Gelling substantiations live to breathe,

Inter diversity, beings accrued,

Specialisation of thought is the new.



Way to unity of the one creature,

Lessons carve as rift valleys shallow,

Falling with gods stricken in the maelstrom,

Conscious enlargement envelops onward.



The mind is now growing to fill the void,

The enlarging braincase filling, not full,

The joining of bodies infinitum,

The scope of which only one eye can see.



Many eyes joining, merging of the planes,

One movement of thought, individuals,

Combination to grow and grow and grow,

Upwards through and up and on and on, life.

I am not saying this is bad in any way, it is just that I can't get what it is about....and so I can't really comment on it....maybe someone else ...? Perhaps I will come back and read this again when I am not so tired...had a long day.

Thanks for taking a look at this. I suppose it's the world loosely personified; linking the structures of the brain to the actions of the planet would be a key, place to start. I am aware that being so abstract, asking so much of the reader - being cryptical and elusive in style, does push this poem to failure in the eyes of contemporary poets, but I do so often eject suchlike streaming outbursts via poetry.