Contemplation
In the medley of this illusion
As confusion becomes
a
staple
portion
to
each
lingering
day
Cries swell inside moans
hinged to helpless eyes
The prelude to infinite wisdom
A ticking clock
That shall not waver
Nor
stop
to
catch
its
breath
Augmented thoughts
Trickle
into
broken
chords
Spilling
seeds
that
scatter
in
the
breeze
They
Fall
Like
Leaves
From
Trees
Who
Sing
To
Autumns
Song
An orchestrated symphony
To linger on one’s tongue
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Comments
outstanding poem
Thanks my friend :) so pleased you enjoyed and thanks for the like and pin x
WOW SO COOL LINDA
Yay thanks Linda, really happy you liked this one x
Thanks Charlotte and thanks C Wolf for liking this poem x
The formatting of this whole poem adds such weight and depth to your words Gwen but those first 11 lines are almost perfect in trying to convey that which...I.personally have found....is almost impossible with human words. We simply do not have the language to.express such trauma?? ...that thing which never leaves us again...ever...is impossible to explain and almost impossible to live with....but you have done it here...fantastic write 💞💞
Hi Marion, that first section I spat out of myself at around 4am the other night. Torture is a good word for it yes. I think like you say things reach a limit in this existence. But beyond this, I hope clarity resides and with it some peace and reunions. But it’s all like holding your breath until then isn’t it. Holding your breath and hoping there is more. Thanks for your thoughts my friend, I am glad the structure helped bring that weight you speak of. Hugs 💗xx
As always great poetry, the format reminds me of our collab we created. I really enjoyed the visual with wordplay.
Thanks Rob, yes gotta love a bit of Larry Eigner for bringing structure to life. Thanks for the read
and we got a comment on that collab
What a beautiful Poem, Gwendoline,,
Such flow that saturates the heart of the reader.
Truly love it my friend.
Wow Wilford your comment sits like a poetic gift to find. “Saturates the heart” gosh that is stunning my friend. Thank you for being your beautiful self and leaving such wonderful words against this piece x
The beauty that lies in the telling of a story or thought lies in its rhythms....and this is friggin' flawless in its poetic timing......it seems a melancholy thing to considers all the edges of life's philosophical limitations but you have created something very artistic here.....and it is there you reach beyond limitation.....into that " prelude to infinite wisdom"........thought provoking stuff you amazing creator!!......ALL STARS & PINNED!!......smokin' grooves G!!.....Smokin' grooves!!......love to talk to you about this one girlfriend!!....T xo : )
Thanks for this T :) I think the artist in me definitely flooded into this write. I am so happy it has been so well received :) You are the grooviest love x
wonderful creation Gwen! that is why I love this site! the pics infused into great writing create stellar art to lift imaginations and spirits! love it Gwen!..................................................................Jim
What a beautiful comment to find today Jim. You are so very generous and I can’t thank you enough x
How beautiful this is! So lyrical! (I love lyrical). One gorgeous poem here x
Yay Tina it is so fabulous to find you on cosmo, have you posted a poem? I must check your page. Sorry in advance if I am late to any poems. I have hardly been on. But I will check your page today. So happy you enjoyed this one and it is always lovely seeing you on here xx
What an absolutely stunning & otherwise truly unforgettable poem you have crafted and left here for us Gwen .. It must surely rank up there somewhere near the very top of my favourite Gwendoline's ..
The clever formatting adds another dimension and one does not need to be a brain surgeon, to appreciate the emphasises and subsequent depiction of falling leaves & seeds and indeed, the spiralling downward of undulating but predominantly descending thoughts .. and that concluding line of yours, leaves far more than just a pleasing aftertaste behind .. it kickstarts the appetite and leaves one hungry for so much more .. x
Nev, thanks for these words my friend. As always I am warmed by your generosity of kindness. Something you shine with so often on here. So happy this brought you a hunger my friend :) I hope all is well in your world x
Wow, simply wow.
Thank you my friend :) sorry I didn’t see this lovely message. Truly happy you enjoyed 🌸🙏
Just know that at, every moment of every day, year, and while time remains. I honor your thoughts and prayers and beautiful memories and experiences and pain and existence.
All of you.
Forever more.
Lilly.
💗😘
I had missed this one, I am sorry to say. This is poetry avant la lettre. Like the lay out very much, from a stright line down (stairs as it were) tyo the whirlings of falling leaves, augmenting meaning...
My goodness John I didn’t see this comment. A thousand apologies 🙏 what a truly kind comment to find my friend. Thanks so very much. I enjoyed writing this piece :) x
Incredible. I like the word display. In my first book I got a lot criticism for this but I think it is pure artistic expression
What is your book called Greg ? I agree, Poetry is considered an art form. Art is subject to expression. The moment we suppress expression, it is no longer art. Poetry should be allowed to be its free thinking and flowing self. I bet your first book is a beautiful work of art :)
Thanks so much for these lovely words and so sorry for late reply. Life has me jumping through hoops right now. Looking forward to reading more of you x
Hi Gwen,
Beautifully orchestrated.
Love,
Terry.
xoxo :)
Very prophetic verses Gwendoline!! I love the way the words creep away from the pages as if to run away from one's own shadow. There is an underline melanchony to these words that empathizes the falling of leaves in the autumn breeze. Very impressive!!
I love your writing really enjoyed reading your poetry please comment on my page thanks