Beauty-tokens

It had happened too quickly
As though it needed to happen
Experience then sat on my brow
I remember the first cataclysm
When it had fortuitously happened
In the green sea of nothingness
When there were no words
There was all-around green fluid
My breathing was slow and rhythmic
My reaching out was tentative
Now again it is spasmodic, yelling
I want to reach out, my palms
Cupped in clumsy supplication
Then I did not ask to be born
As a mere chemical experiment
I do not want now to cease to exist
Merely as another cosmic event
Leaving a trail of fluorescent words
Tell me quickly what I shall do
With the luminous astral pieces
I have been garnering all these days.

Comments:
 
nisheedhi   nisheedhi wrote
on 2/6/2009 10:54:05 PM
Thanks,penname

penname   penname wrote
on 2/6/2009 9:42:34 PM
i love experience sitting on one's brow. your poetry always speaks on high levels. there is often a disconnect that somehow you connect for the reader in your final lines. i really enjoyed this and i love the title.

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Poetry based upon actual experiences, not one thought up in the intellectual aridness of a pseudo-thinker. Words as they mean in the specific context of recollected thought or image , not meaning several things at a time but that which re-creates an aura or a haze of an earlier experience.
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