I am
Looking
But it takes something deeper than
Reading, something that makes poetry a sorrow
But this is not suffering
Its pain is far more beautiful than that,
Or have you never noticed
That no iceberg is cold?
Hold a glow inside you,
Someplace that is far more
Than mere mind.
Could it be sunlight on the leaves,
The ones that arch over you?
It could be the click of industry in your hands,
Brilliant as having night outside.
Rippling crystal could be it,
The aura of water on the cavern walls.
There is no containing
This
But let me show you what it looks like
The light is not just what I feel;
Here is my fire, giving not spreading
Here is my water, holding no trace but so much depth
My wind, invisible force
My earth.
The underside of leaves glittering
That shade like light, hinting at its gift to always be more
Every glow is sand,
Changing with the hourglass,
Every grain is still itself
Moments give no names
About the Creator
Matthew Daniels
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Comments (2)
I got totally lost in the words, had to reread. So much depth in the nostalgia of your poem. Nicely done.
Amazing Writing!