Wednesday, August 2, 2017

The End

Seconds break from ocean of time,
sculling through foaming minutes,
dragging waves of sodden hours,
thundering into dropped days as

they wash upon life's sandy feet;
crumbled careering of bubbled
beginnings, and frothing ends,
those months, years and decades

which sluice our hearts from birth
unto death, as seabirds scree and
sing above, darting through puff
of cloud and curious wind, in that

dance of life which has no end,
and yet which, in truth, has never
begun, for all is caught: an eternity
of bright and shining imagination.

https://dversepoets.com/2017/08/01/the-end/

12 comments:

  1. I enjoyed that. I did not understand it, but enjoyed it. The first part seemd to show life as jostled and spun but wasn't sure if the ending is "all is a dream" or "life is Lila (Hindu concept)".

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    1. You made me laugh. Life as an ocean of consciousness - all is imagination. No beginning and no end.

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    2. Roslyn: it is hard to respond to platitudes and standard theological banners.

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  2. I love the movement in your poem, which you have conveyed so precisely through verbs. I especially enjoyed:
    sculling through foaming minutes,
    'they wash upon life's sandy feet;
    crumbled careering of bubbled
    beginnings, and frothing ends'
    and
    'dance of life which has no end,
    and yet which, in truth, has never
    begun, for all is caught: an eternity
    of bright and shining imagination'.

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  3. Beautiful exposition of the macro through the poetic lens of the micro.Thanks for dropping by at dVerse.

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  4. "bubbled / beginnings, and frothing ends," Love this. Individual life may seem as insignificant yet behind each life there's a boundless ocean of consciousness to give it meaning. Lovely thought (I read it this way).

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  5. A feast of delightful phrases ... although I admit the last stanza left me a bit puzzled. Great write.

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    1. We think there are beginnings and endings but there is only consciousness expressing through eternity as this material world. Birth and Death are merely moments in that process, neither beginnings or endings.

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  6. I liked that "eternity
    of bright and shining imagination" at the end and the birds darting through clouds like a dance of life in the sky.

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  7. Love all the sea imagery as it relates to time, especially "sculling through foaming minutes. Nice!

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