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Author Name: FreeHcivolmra 2 Comments
Date Added: December 19, 2011 20:12:02 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Paradise of Ordered Chaos
Lost in a metamorphisis
Of my own creation.
Darkness steals in,
Cut away by moonlight,
Only to be reinforced
Like the breaking surf
Of the endless ocean
On rocky shores
Of a mythic island.
Strangers of black and white
Bring forth red and yellow
In an attempt
To bring out the sun
In my self-contained
Grey colored forest
Of muted green and brown.
Within the crumbling walls
Of my childhood memories
Lies my utopia,
A land where right and wrong
Have been dyed neutral,
Where time moves
Not a whit,
Where simplicity
Is complex.
A place where love and hate
Are lost and have no place or form.
'Tis a world within,
Where life has meanings
Complex and lucid,
Where rain calls peace,
And oceans cascade
Into mountains.
A creation of tranquility
Where chaos rules
And order shields,
And as you come
Within my shell
I bid you welcome
To my paradise of ordered chaos.
Author's Notes:
ah, the chaos of thoughts ordered into form and poetry. truely a work of a searching mind. hope you enjoy a glimpse into my inner self
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Comment By: FreeAlistair Muir on December 20, 2011 04:08:36 PM Report
Strange that you describe this as Utopia.  My own Utopia is as yours - - a wonderful world of paradox and colour - - of form and non-form.  Astonishing imagery -- a triumph.

Alistair Muir

Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on December 20, 2011 08:06:57 AM Report
Am slow to grasp the plain meaning of poems, but it's easy for me to say when I like the sound and language and tone of a poem.  This is a fine poem.  The last two verses are spectacular -- they could be a poem all by themselves, what?


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