Saturday, October 15, 2011

ING

And in the vastness and truth
of who we are
waits the unfolding now blue sky
Our form through tournaments of old
still warm and grand

She was born with morning inside
her in the early spring
as light fell down
through the cool thin gaps

Does eternity have an end
for this poem?


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8 comments:

Psycho Babbling Basher said...

a present participle .. love it!

roseanna2u said...

Reading, thinking, and loving :)

Beyond said...

No and there should not be an end to such a lovely feeling

Jyoti Mishra said...

The second verse was superb.. loved it very much !!

zonedin said...

I see -ing as progressive, whether past, present or future and eternity is beyond our comprehension. All we can possibly understand is that it's vast and we are one with the Universe. Where this poem ends a new -verse begins...

Nadya said...

'she was born with morning inside'


Beautiful!

Whatever said...

Eternity has time for everything, but not anything.
according to the way the storey goes
the cookie crumbles
and all those pieces fill the holes that love left
when it tore straight through me.

The inner climate turns heat into cold
it burns across my forehead and clogs my airways with small deaths, The darkness punctured with those tiny lights too far away to see too much by.

rivercat said...

thank you PBB, roseanna2u, Beyond, Jyoti, zonedin, Nadya and Whatever for such amazing comments. I feel lucky to have them posted here. :)

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