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omnipotentwalrus — Tides
Published: 2005-11-23 09:09:48 +0000 UTC; Views: 98; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 11
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As Her tides wash over me-Neurons, atoms, ribosomes, time-
I’m washed by tales and rhythms.
I become - child of Her imagination-
a creature worthy of Her wise glances.
Creates the Bud on the stalk of my own experiences.
The Bud draws nourishment from its stalk.
Her Songs, Her chorus - seeking, healing-
dwarf our colony of thought,
Create within our lives as Sailors,
Breathed by what She’s wrought.
Solving riddles - skies and souls -
Travelers - wise, and dead,
Weave Her justice – filtering our eyes -
As the fiddler may filter dread.
Her children swim the bays of Time,
and the walrus swims dimensions.
The web of a tarantula , She maintains
And Man, the Earth’s intention.
We, the atoms of Her Grace,
Come to pass as winds,
And come to travel, as we find -
what She breathes, we remain.
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Comments: 2
The first and second stanzas of this are very clever. I'm surprised there are so few comments on these poems yet; they're very rich and thoughtfull wanderings.
"and the walrus swims dimensions" is a particularly striking line... perhaps it could have been modified into a haunting refrain.
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I honestly hardly ever look at or comment on poetry on this site, because at the risk of sounding pretentious, this IS deviantart and it IS full of angsty kindomhearts / emo fangirls with huge bags of soggy rotten emo poetry. I can't expect other people to look through the rest of the crap for the sake of my own work.
I wrote these in a time when I was exploring the strands that surround the core.
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