Poetry

Poetry

It is a block of words that shifts in its meaning the more one tries to grasp…this is the way of poetry….the word that is the god of literature ….haha…..there are fewer meanings that compete with the number of words used to describe them….that make one a man of few words. The vibrations of the sub conscious that derive from more subtle universal vibrations… are easy to catch once one becomes attuned to the nature of manifesting reality. There are numerous examples of people with purified hearts who manage to wring meaning from passing time with finesse…this is the genre of poets and writers….we shall talk of the nature of words and their juxtaposition into carefully and intricately crafted meanings….for example

The poem_

Ferrous acrid emotions,

spill on dry ambience,

creating a plume of jiving vibes,

radiating into musical realms.

Severed from the acrosticity of teeming teens,

in the neighbourhood,

the bearfront of trained tresses,

as they waft away on wingers.

I quickly lose sight of them

as they turn their way

spanning wings in hilling joy.

Crisp beats in booming phones,

keep the moment alive,

in billowing motions of their emanance.

Timekeeper of the skies,

the realms of stellar fires,

burning the day down slowly.

Reminding the stationery meditator,

of life's elusive displays,

the mirages of pleasure.

The frequent and free use of poetic licence is evident in this…but more is the use of meaning analogies of a subconscious dimension i.e.

The first para’ itself talks of the subject listening to fast tracks,

The second and third stanza talks of teenaged children passing by on fast scooters,

The fourth para, again talks of the subject enjoying his ‘booming’ headphones,

The fifth para is a picture of the sun going down,

In the sixth para, the meaning is that the subject is actually meditating on the meaning of pleasure.

By the way the words – acrosticity, bearfront and emanance are coined by the author by medium of poetic licence.