Poem -

Midnight Sun

Midnight Sun

Life transposes onto the midnight sun,
coldly dreary, obnoxiously brilliant,
self-contained in the gazes of all
who feed on strange juxtapositions.
But the scintillation reaches the altitude 
of an endless galaxy, heaving
with rhythms of the soul, quivering 
at the centre point of being; 
and I, 
rushed into pinnacles of bewilderment,
hold life as rays in the darkest hours,
blindly content in the monstrosities 
of existence that remains unfathomable. 
 

 

Like 3 Pin it 2
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Tony Taylor

WOW!! .......swimming in the ether.......taking consciousness to the heights......practicing techniques ancient and yet immediate......allowing the potential of energy to invest itself inside of ourselves.....to submit to its authority......to grow into the Love that is the prime objective.......to be truly kind and filled with respect for ALL things.....to have an appreciation for the "Midnight Sun"........to be truly ~ Human!!..........Not quite sure what made me write these words my friend!!.......on a journey that made your words shine so brightly......Thank You for sharing them!!........ALL STARS!!........PINNED!!.......had to read this several times!!.........wow!!.......T xo ?✴❤

Reply
author
ć„›

Hi Tony!

Thank you ever so much for your wonderful comment... wow I so appreciate the way you have connected with this piece. You say you are unsure... but you have described every essence of this poem in its entirety with wisdom and flair. Such kind words, I am humbled, dear friend. Thanks ever so much again.

Reply
Poem -

Johanna Revisited

Johanna Revisited

Weary head cradled in a diamond cache,
with the grips of a casket tearing the mast,
the mind...

Poem -

Friday

Friday

Midnight settles in your eyes,
with the scent of familial pain,
at the back of my own hand...

Poem -

Peter

Peter

We used to sip hot chocolate
over a cocaine coloured sunrise,
before I started smoking,...

Latest poems in Epic, Prose, Speculative

Poem -

SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE

SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE

Some call me crazy...

Some call me insane...

Some call me funny...

Some call me...

Poem -

A Siren's Mourning

A Siren's Mourning

I don’t know if I’ll ever recover
Spinning in circles like a bag in the wind at the tide pools...

Poem -

COMING TO YOUR TOWN

COMING TO YOUR TOWN

Twenty-six percent approval rating with an an eighteen percent poverty level...

Stores once existed...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com