Poems, Questions & Prayers

12 Jul

Is there a deeper
resounding truth?
My electric flute
sense seems to
say yes.

My womb introspection
of strange fairytales and
falling curtains full of
sparks brings on a
delicate and almost
impercetible fatigue.

A bottomless confusion
is born within me brought
on by pattern intoxication.
Staring at paintings by old
Dutch masters arouse a
deep and often hidden
silence which dissolves
almost instantly in water.

I am left with a voracious
fantasy emptied of all
hunger and left with an
acute thirst.

I am stagnation brought
to life. Trembling under
the caresses in a garden
of always savage flowers.
My suffering becomes
transparent.

My ecstacy one of rusty
flesh like a leaf floating
that is suddenly sunk
by a piano tongue
under stainedglass moons.

I stand here raising my
hands to the sky
begging
praying
for pure absolution
polishing the hibernating
jewels in my mind.

I look into a mirror
labyrinth, and cerebral
fires burn bright
forming constellations
of words and spaces
in between them.
For now I am done.

Note: this poem about poetry was written based on prompting at dVerse- the Poet’s Pub

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14 Responses to “Poems, Questions & Prayers”

  1. brian miller July 12, 2012 at 11:21 pm #

    polishing hte hybernating jewels in my hand…that is def poetry…smiles…I am stagnation brought
    to life…haha i like that a lot…really nice progression in this….i like the journey….

    • mattspotentialpoetry July 12, 2012 at 11:42 pm #

      Brian, thanks brother, I almost dropped that line “I am stagnation brought to life” but there was something about it that just made me keep it, and now I’m uber glad I did. Peace.

      • Claudia July 13, 2012 at 12:04 am #

        glad you did…that line stuck out for me as well..

  2. Claudia July 13, 2012 at 12:04 am #

    great images in this…love how you start it…Is there a deeper
    resounding truth?… the sensing that there is something, something worth to pen down…i can relate to this…and then how it develops..really cool

    • mattspotentialpoetry July 13, 2012 at 12:35 am #

      Claudia, preciate the comments, and I could think of no better starting off point- just rolled on from there really. Uber glad you dug it. Peace.

  3. bricemai July 13, 2012 at 12:49 am #

    My ecstacy one of rusty
    flesh like a leaf floating
    that is suddenly sunk
    by a piano tongue
    under stainedglass moons.

    That bit is the sex.

  4. John (@bookdreamer) July 13, 2012 at 2:44 am #

    Passion dress words and this poem is Paris fashion

  5. lucychili July 14, 2012 at 6:23 am #

    extremity of feeling

    • Gay July 16, 2012 at 4:28 pm #

      I like all the comments for this. In my mind you personified poetry through and through as though it comes to you in all its dress and disguises, seducing you, loving you, and making you love it back. Great!

      • mattspotentialpoetry July 16, 2012 at 6:24 pm #

        Gay, thanks for the kind words, and I have enjoyed all the responses this poem received as well. I took the metapoetry challenge and ran with it, and I am glad you found this piece to be a success “through and through”- that is uber groovy. Peace.

  6. darkangelwrites July 16, 2012 at 12:36 am #

    I really liked the last stanza. Poetry can be so other wordily, popping in and out focus. I think you captured the surreal-ness of it.

    • mattspotentialpoetry July 16, 2012 at 6:10 pm #

      Thanks for the kind words, and stopping by. It is nice to know that this poem resonated with you in the way I hoped it would with readers. Peace.

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