Sculpting A Vague Thought

by Mihir Deshmukh   Dec 16, 2014


Rising in a vortex of smoke,
leaving behind this ashen heart.
This intoxicating phoenix emerges,
containing within a potion of thought.
Potion,
flowing in my blood,
leaving behind streaks of black.
Black
burning with pleasure,
black,
hollowing my eyes
and
trembling my arms.
Black,
riding my veins,
black,
spiraling up my arms.
But,
when I cast my hand,
to pull it,
to hold it,
to raise it high,
what I see is
it's gone.
Disappeared,
vanished,
even
dissolved in thin air,
Feeling lost,
disheartened,
missing,
I look down.
And there,
on that blank page,
I see it emerging,
slowly,
spiraling again,
rising,
in drops of black,
black,
forming patterns,
on these sheets of snow.
Patterns we call words,
patterns forming patterns,
patterns dancing ,
on this landscape,
and thus,
sculpting a vague thought.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hello

    This is a great piece of poetry, wonderfully laid out and unique in its content. I will never write quite the same way again....the imagery really is vivid throughout.

    Well done and take care,
    Ben

  • 2 years ago

    by La Reina De Corazones

    Let me start out with this: this poem is spectacular! Omg I can't believe this it's unique, it's stunning, and it rocked my socks off! Congratulations, and that's why I nominated it for this week. I loved the form of the poem, the words were nice, and the rhyme and flow were quite nice. Only thing that is annoying me is the many commas you don't need commas everywhere hon, besides that it was great. 5/5

    -Mori

    • 2 years ago

      by Mihir Deshmukh

      Thank you and would work on it right away thank you so so much!!

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