Outer World, Inner Cause
by
Nancy Pawley
copyright 04-01-2004
Age Rating: 13 to 127
The sharpened quill consigns contemporary knowledge
to variegated tomes
A never-ending query diversifies environmental issues, global views
Extemporaneous facts half-cloistered in illuminated shadings
The Postal Messenger was duly sent to resurrect chaotic theories
found in the Futile Manuscripts
Stupefied souls playing skewered screwball scrimmage
Perpetual acts of massive guilt releasing life’s next foolish move
Erudite liaisons stockpile empty pockets of inferiority
offering erroneous assumptions
Ironic pranks and reckless propaganda, meandering borderlines
Entrenched with jagged edges, crimson contoured scars
The outer world keeps rushing by in breathless expectations
Precarious positionings
Captured moments summarized as riptide currents by temporal effects
Time offers no resistance, heartfelt yearnings cannot be replaced
My literate ears still harken to the inner gateway’s cause
Prophecy’s counter revolution
Myriad candles covering my high-walled monastery
Are slumbering concepts hidden deep inside the charnel ruins
Awakened by the tears that rained upon my helpless feelings
Transformation represents rebirth
Ideas freefalling from sweet love’s perception
Released a healing panacea of Monarch butterflies
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Hi Nancy,
This is quite a piece. I fear it may be too deep for many here, but I find it wonderfully written. You use lots of alliteration, which may be just a tad overdone...but I love the concept. Lots of imagery, and a very deep meaning, which may be lost for most among your words. I think this is wonderful, but you may have to hold back a little to reach most readers.
Great line: "Extemporaneous facts half-cloistered in illuminated shadings."
Um, this is a bit confusing, and kinda hard to follow, sorry. Everything except the last stanza is like alphabeth soup, except instead of letters, there are ideas. ^-^; The last stanza is actually really good, it somehow sums up the whole poem, with all the negative ideas floating around, in the end it becomes normal and calm, kind of like accepting stuff, plus I like monarch butterflies! :) (or I could be way off)