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again
the flower of love
turns into wilted spinach
its seeds of uncertainty
percolate through my body
in angst with my youthful mutiny
versus this seemingly capricious
and random order of entropy
again
cycling as the seasons
subside in the darkest stench
on the bottom of my swamp
I use the sweetest lullabies
imbued with the symbols of my faith
and the warmth of my solitude
pilgrimage towards the new world
opening up in the space of unattachment
again and again
passionately
making its way to the light
and as it blooms
I wouldn’t take my eyes of it
it turns into the most beautiful thing
a symbol of the unattainable
small cosmos of ephеmeral harmony
until it goes down
again and again and again
turns into wilted spinach
its seeds of uncertainty
percolate through my body
in angst with my youthful mutiny
versus this seemingly capricious
and random order of entropy
again
cycling as the seasons
subside in the darkest stench
on the bottom of my swamp
I use the sweetest lullabies
imbued with the symbols of my faith
and the warmth of my solitude
pilgrimage towards the new world
opening up in the space of unattachment
again and again
passionately
making its way to the light
and as it blooms
I wouldn’t take my eyes of it
it turns into the most beautiful thing
a symbol of the unattainable
small cosmos of ephеmeral harmony
until it goes down
again and again and again
Published 17th May 2017
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17th May 2017 10:38am
too many times to the well & finding it dry;
yet each trip there is the hope of attaining something sweet & wet...
yet each trip there is the hope of attaining something sweet & wet...
17th May 2017 11:50am
This poem is inspired by this artist - Stanislav Pamukchiev (http://nha.bg/en/page/stanislav-pamukchiev-560) He tries to "draw" what is "really important" and works a lot on the topic of the return as he transcends his understandings from existentialism to the eastern cultures of reincarnation - not necessarily the reincarnation of the soul, but the reincarnation of the self. I relate this to the cycles of my love life and relationships and to the theme that Eric Berne had worked on - the autonomous man that returns to the state of awareness, spontaneity and intimacy. My hopes are that it is cyclic, rather than hopelessly futile. My hope is that it is attainable even though quite ephemeral in nature. Thanks again for the read!
1st Mar 2018 10:16am
interesting read !
the flower of love
turns into wilted spinach '' certainly , a unique and interesting way with words !
the flower of love
turns into wilted spinach '' certainly , a unique and interesting way with words !
6th Mar 2018 12:12pm
Thank you very much!
The lotus flower was actually the backstory inspiration - that beauty that grows from the debts of the swamps, reaching towards the light...
The lotus flower was actually the backstory inspiration - that beauty that grows from the debts of the swamps, reaching towards the light...
