Beauty only murmurs in my mind, it doesn't shout.
I wait here for a clear, strong signal,
Flash of vision, Bar of brilliance,
But it whispers, and it mumbles,
And I can't quite make it out.
It breaks up, starts to crackle, then it fades.
A glimpse of green and fizzy gold it shines
And melts away, it drips away,
The melody is just one note,
One rest, one line of shades.
And here I sit, with dreams of what might be,
As my mind, that idle Judas, laughs at me.
8 comments:
This is a beautiful post. I like your concept of murmur. The imagery in this poem is stunning. Beautifully written.
The mind often lets us down.
Genuine beauty need only murmur!
The last two lines ... oh how I relate to those.
beauty murmurs in the mind.. ah.. certainly it does! :)
what tranquility!
marvelous!
Blowing Demands in the Air
I liked the end lines...
as a dirge it sucks!
and we define it how? depends on the state of our idle mind at the moment. Loved this!
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