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The Tumbling Light (1 Viewer)

Namyh

Senior Member
The Tumbling Light

In the deep, deep dark, my brain flashes sight
-of a garden in a forest
-where the trees sway in chorus
-dropping tiny stars that flouresce
and Ideas that hide in shadows reach to catch
one tumbling light.

They merge and link in combination, prodding Man’s imagination
to write on tapestry weaved from birth all dreams and hopes thus far.
So if in Life his pen runs inkless, he can read how unrelinquished
he once held his dreams extinctless blinks of tumbling stars.

For their divine inspiration is the heat that flames creation
into making Man cross silvern stars which span the Heaven’s breach
and from their brink back cosmic reach his hand outstretched with truth
to teach: “To settle not for what you see but to envision what can be.”

Once launched, they glint and glimmer, these Ideas now spectral hot,
-poking free the mind’s detention
-prompting Fate’s proclaim to mention
-that Ideas cause Man’s ascension
not his status, wealth or money, nor his claims of things he’s got.


Namyh
 

cheshirelion

Senior Member
This is great, romantic and idealistic, but deep and insightful. A lot of classic poetry pulls from nihilistic views, but this is very uplifting without being pushy. Great job. Envision and live what can be. :)
 

Serendipity

Senior Member
The Tumbling Light

In the deep, deep dark, my brain flashes sight
-of a garden in a forest
-where the trees sway in chorus
-dropping tiny stars that flouresce
and Ideas that hide in shadows reach to catch
one tumbling light.

They merge and link in combination, prodding Man’s imagination
to write on tapestry weaved from birth all dreams and hopes thus far.
So if in Life his pen runs inkless, he can read how unrelinquished
he once held his dreams extinctless blinks of tumbling stars.

For their divine inspiration is the heat that flames creation
into making Man cross silvern stars which span the Heaven’s breach
and from their brink back cosmic reach his hand outstretched with truth
to teach: “To settle not for what you see but to envision what can be.”

Once launched, they glint and glimmer, these Ideas now spectral hot,
-poking free the mind’s detention
-prompting Fate’s proclaim to mention
-that Ideas cause Man’s ascension
not his status, wealth or money, nor his claims of things he’s got.


Namyh
This is beautiful -- esoterical, yet of clear meaning at the same time.
 
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