Onto all matter in me that matters
Fixed and incorporated need be
The nature of the universal spirit
For only then can I become
The rock that melts not in molten lava
Having gone through fruitful willful sacrifices
And innumerable sublimations
Of heart and soul at the core
Thus the purest and highest form of fire
Must unequivocally be acquired
Still life nature mortista
an immersive
conception
enveloped &
surrounded
with
imagery
of the commonplace
a
disguised symbolism
in a cloak
of
interpretations
appearances
of
time
standing
still
arrested
moments
revealed
by
stimulations
of
the mind
illuminations
of
past
yesterdays
becoming
todays
postponed
memory
&
lives
again
a
momento
mori
in hypereality
of
sentient
touchstones
in
memorials
of perception
aesthetic
sublimations
of
spontaneity
in
fascinating
expectations
a visual
genesis
of
animation
once distant
now
alive
once more
to past
existence
from
shadows
of
genesis
time standing stlll
arrested
moments revealed
in stimulations
of the mind
revealed lluminations
of the past yesterdays
becoming today
tomorrow's postponed
memory
past pictures live again
momento mori in hypereality
as monuments
to past existence
from shadows of transience
sentient touchstones
in memorials of perception
aesthetic sublimations
of immersive
spontaneity
fascinating expectations
in a visual genesis
of suspended animation
still distant
now living again
February 5, 2023 / 2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement Poetry Contest / Sponsor: Mark Toney
EVOCATIONS a still life ekphrasis
time standing
stlll
arrested
moments
revealed
in
stimulations
of
the mind
revealed
illuminations
of
the
past
yesterdays
becoming
today
tomorrow's
postponed
memory
past pictures
live
again
momento
mori
in hypereality
as
monuments
to past
existence
from
shadows
of
transience
sentient
touchstones
in
memorials
of perception
aesthetic
sublimations
of
immersive
spontaneity
with
fascinating
expectations
a visual
of genesis
in
suspended
animation
still distant
now
living
again
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Checkout this unique still life (on a grand scale)by Jorge Diezma 'Bodegon del Limon'
Secular silence,
still as death.
Sacred silence,
subtle sounds of Earth's synergy
And what vast sounds,
unheard voices,
unloved songs,
unjustified dances,
unpeaced anthems,
unbeautified pose of light
may lie in waiting silence
between invitation
and deadening declaration?
Invasions of deadly silent waiting,
Sublimations of lively unvoiced surrender
into softbound volumes,
listening
for this great divide to speak
between deeply absorbed secularity
immanently transcendent wise flying harmonies
of sequestered
sanctuary silence.
Silent,
like snow,
like sleet,
like sobriety,
not univocal;
not yet profoundly voiced.
How would an infant speak and listen with a sparrow?
Like a bird?
In tweeted feelings
and benign twitters of belonging together
and voracious caws of young impatient hunger.
How is that different than leaders
speaking cooperatively with each dignified other,
different than non-violent communicators for better or worse,
richer with poorer,
'til death tears us apart?
Sending our prime nature-spirited relationships
off and out convexly yang
to reunite in future healthy yinfants
speaking with yang/yin both/and flying neighbors
after listening carefully for win/win articulating needs
and co-empathic slow-grown feelings
co-arising nondual ZeroZone co-gravitating
enthymematic communications
co-acclimations
revolutionary creolizations
humane/divine-flight sublimations
resilient airborne transubstantiations
viral chirping co-expressions
polyculturing impressions
multicultural affirmations
integral questions
Why would an infant speak and listen like a bird?
Uttering sugar-coated words is one dimension
Promising to love is one aspect, we must love
Walking on the head is crazy, we must embark on the mission
That proves our readiness and willingness to give
Stacks of moons and stars we promise
In our haste to gain social mileage
In the wake of the longing we increase
On our Facebook page
Cos promising belittles the dignity
Inherent in a spirit of true sacrifice
Which gives the little it can both here and at infinity where affinity
Traverses promise chasms and holds that it doesn’t suffice
To raise hopes on sentimental slopes we intend to dash
At the earliest opportunity we exploit then cut and run
Like the yellow cowardice we flash
When partners demand more than the fun
We long to access in the social process
Where we profess to give much
Deliver less than we access in terms of genuine progress
We purloin as soon as hallowed happiness from others shamelessly we snatch.
The ebb and flow of your life is in a constant state of flux.
While the “meat and potatoes” of a soul are at its’ core,
these sublimations are kept hidden deep inside.
They’re always under cover and kept hidden deep inside,
roiling your life with a tidal action to a constant state of flux,
while the “nitty grittys” of a soul are at its’ core.
The concept of souls are at its’ core.
Although souls are kept hidden deep inside,
they percolate life to a constant state of flux.
Your life is in a constant state of flux because the soul is at its’ core, hidden deep inside.
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