Drama that dreamt itself into being (original poetry)

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Drama
that dreamt
itself into being

original poetry & images
with reading on @dsound.


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Intro notes & recording links

Hey everyone! Hope this post finds you well. Just a quick word before the poem begins. (You can skip this intro if you'd like!) The inspiration for writing this piece came from a comment by @abhinavmendhe who said: "As an exercise try writing a poem that has majority one syllable words." (Yes, I read all comments and take all feedback into consideration, even if I don't reply!)

Now, I am quite fond of large words, not because they sound sophisticated, but because they are the most efficient tools for expressing precision of meaning. However, I will be the first to admit that I have a tendency to use my vocabulary as a crutch, at times. So as I wrote this, I generally tried to keep the language as simple as possible (though I couldn't resist throwing in the term inmetalized, which, so far as I could find, is a coinage of the great Madame H.P. Blavatsky, from whom I pilfered it.)

This poem began during my morning meditation, spontaneously, and later I fleshed it out into what you are seeing now. As I have been keen on doing, recently, I will leave it largely up to you, dear reader, to determine the "meaning" of the piece. I hope the audio recording will help. If one looks at the repetitions of certain terms, concepts, and semantic structures, the thematic threads of will surely begin to reveal themselves. Or, perhaps, you are one of the lucky ones, comfortable absorbing information in an intuitional capacity, independent of the faculty of dualistic thought. In which case you require no explanation, nor would any suffice!

I am beyond grateful for all of your readership, support, friendship, and creative output—I am very fortunate to be able to be a part of this community. Please do not hesitate to leave me a comment of any sort, even if it seems somewhat unrelated to the poem itself. I am a great fan of synchronicity and the idea that this present moment is a nexus of sorts, which attracts a vast menagerie of things to our collective attention.

Links to the recitation recording on @dsound:

► Listen on DSound

► Listen from source (IPFS)


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Drama
that dreamt
itself into being

I.

Voices that echo through the halls of dream
Issuing from a crowd of faces that is my face
Though my lips remain unmoved.

The sound does not speak:
The world is a song unsung.
The faces do not weep:
Life is a river that bathes itself.

Unfeeling stream
That absorbs all feeling within it,
We are little greatnesses jotted down
In the book of ages.

An age that finds itself through forms
And forms an age within an age forlorn
Whose forms embalm the ageless morn
Preserved by silken fleshthreads
Sewn by silken worms.

Inmetallized letters silver,
The immortalized thoughts of old
Which spoke "Poetry is the Drama
Of the Liberty of Life."

II.

We are traveling and never going anywhere,
We are speaking and saying nothing at all.

We see faces that fade into the smoke of the grave.
We see tears that trace their pathway down a muddy slope
To fall into a river that flows into the sea.

The ocean speaks to itself with ancient eyes,
It mumbles with the smell of salt spray.
It looks into itself with its sun-glinting skin,
Devours a canyon of faces with its endless ears.

Falling like frantic buffalo into the gulley below
We disappear into the old ocean
Whose lips or wrinkled waves proclaim
"Life is the Drama of the Liberty of Energy."

III.

Circles form themselves
In the tracks of the tales told.
They sketch the faces of the living
With the wisdom of the deathless.

With the thoughts of minds unmade,
The memories of everything weaved
Into a tapestry that ties back
The age into itself.

The tale does not end:
The world is an unwritten epic.
The protagonist is thought itself:
Thought, whose conception is the world.


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Written & spoken
By @d-pend
2/26/18

Images created
Using public domain photos.


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The sound does not speak:
The world is a song unsung.
The faces do not weep:
Life is a river that bathes itself.

A very efficient use of paradox really, you've advanced your Style of Writing, in face these days, it's even more sophisticated, I agree with you that sometimes those words are the only things that alows for the right expression and the right imageties.

Infact, I was thinking, you've even become more simpler with your vocabularies just because of popular demands if people to tell you their meaning.

From the first day if your writing poems here, I connected with your poems because it's so spiritual like it connects deep with my soul in another level.

This one is quite the best I read this week, it really do show that there are unfinished business where people thinks the world is done.

Really you are the best here

Touch, life makes with us the beautiful work of playwright art; the drama, that Greek poem
to which from time to time it becomes.
The tension is that one, the main protagonist,
he suffers the fateful path he senses will end badly.
Weigh, to something good realized: how to discover the enigma
of the sphinx that killed those who crossed their path.
One suffers contempt, and one's own pain inflicted
the pain caused by the former partners is added.
I do not know what will have happened, or what will remain in the universe,
of each lived drama of each person in this world.
But some are beautiful, tragic works of creativity superior to that of the best artists.
And weigh, are there any strangers?
Where will the dramas go? Perhaps they die dramatically, they vanish without being caught by poets who do not see.
Or maybe what is your drama? Someday we will ask,
because we all pass some, and there, the soul is tested

Thank you so much for this particular one sir.

This is I expect from the past, have the intro and the origin of the occurrence of the poem!!
you make a poem with a perfect (in my opinion)
and I think the poem is more beautiful if ancient vocabulary to make, because most of us had left it.
thanks @d-pend!!

nice one.thank you.

beautiful poems, every meaningful stanza. Reminiscent of past memories, bringing out old files from our hard drive, presenting the present day
very impressed I read them, great poetry @d-pend you are like a bohomian.
I am very motivated as you are.
today I have mentioned your name in my post as inspirator @d-pend
Previously I apologize if commented, because it does not match the topic. But I am sure you are a good and caring person, I am very sure you are too great person of course, I am very motivated with you @d-pend
You love to travel, on the way you meet abandoned children, I am sure you are a caring, loving and loving person that children can smile at children, it will be nice even though the valentine moment has passed. I am sure you will want to be discouraged, if you do not mind visit my bloq, i hope you can give input to my writing and direct me @d-pend
I MISS THE LOVE OF YOUR CARESS
(Save the children)

@d-pend, I appreciate all of your effort for introduction simply vocabulary poetry. Ohh...That's nice to hear. Do you meditation early morning? I asked before some foreigners, did you like Buddhist scenery. They told Yep...definitely.. Actually without mind control can't created deeply thoughts indeed poems. Efficient tools gives some opportunities to understand better poetry.

"Poetry is the Drama Of the Liberty of Life."

Of course, I agree with this content. You write awesome writing. Many contents in this poem, attractive my mind. Look.....protagonist's thinking. Images increased your blogging classically. Great images dropping there. Nice contribution gives up. Thanks for inspiration. Stay blessed!

Good content. I like it. Well done.

Thank you @d-pend. Congratulations you did use a lot of one syllable words today. When I first read or listen to your poem I just like the way it sounds. A couple words grab me but after reading two or three times I get the point. There are so many forms of poetry and the form of d-pend is free with multi stanzas first catching a reader and then confusing, humiliating, pushing us to despair and then ending up shining hope and light.

  • I never know how to end a poem but your poems always end strong. I am always tempted to quote the last line in the poem in my quote but it is so obvious this is what stands out:

The tale does not end:
The world is an unwritten epic.
The protagonist is thought itself:
Thought, whose conception is the world.

  • Brother you do a great job of catching the thoughts. This may have something to do with your daily meditation.

The more words I write the more words I erase. And don't worry about the comments too much. I am happy to make the comment and be part of the poem. That is satisfying in itself.

Your creative writing really impressed me. Creative thinking is the power to create great thing in mind. Thank you for sharing this post with us. Really awsome poetry and your using fascinating word really impressed me.

I found you so late at steemit. You're really a positive soul here for this community. Spreading love, positivity with your great words and voice. I can't write poetry, but I'm big fan of reading excellent poetry. You have an exceptional talent in this regard and I wish you create more positivity for sake of mankind. I love your attitude, as you wrote:
Yes, I read all comments and take all feedback into consideration, even if I don't reply!
All the very best @d-pend and Stay Blessed!

thank you d-pend already sharing this, i am very inspired with your words, it is true the correct placement of words and languages ​​in a poem is in need because it will be easier readers understand the meaning of the poem thank you

The tale does not end:

The world is an unwritten epic.
The protagonist is thought itself:
Thought, whose conception is the world.

strong finish, the protagonist is a figment of your great imagination. A thought around whom the story is based.

Great poem as always

Really cool work @d-pend. I've been listening to your poem in Dsound, it's so cool, your poetry always has great results for me. Because I really like the way you read the words of the poem. Really, I am very touched by the way you read poetry. Like your previous poems, I really like the way you and the rhythms you read, I feel we can live and get into the words you read. Thank you and wish you a wonderful day ... :)

Your post are golden sir I think post might have its advantage as well as thanks for sharing

poetry is very good and directed.
this is an international-class poem.
this is great @ d-pend

This is so true that life is an unsung song with awesome feelings of being emotional. Yes, this is so true that tears are going down and vanishing the deep oceans. Yes, life is all about fun and miseries ( ultimately fun wins).
We don't own any destiny yet we are travelling. We know each others' origin but still introversion is prevailing.
I am sure Life is a stage and we all are actors !!

Really touchy poetry as usual. keep it up bro @d-pend

Choosing more commonly used words revealed a different kind of magic, I think. You established a lovely rhythm to the words ... the stanzas seem to coil in on themselves ... first going out and then coming back again. At least that was the sense I got while reading. This stanza in particular illustrates what I mean ...

An age that finds itself through forms
And forms an age within an age forlorn
Whose forms embalm the ageless morn
Preserved by silken fleshthreads
Sewn by silken worms.

Quite effective.

@d-pend

Emboldened by your permission to speak outside the poem, dear Daniel, I will say that I appreciate your taking up the challenge to write in simple language. There are great, plain-spoken poets, like Frost or Dickinson, Larkin or Cavafy, that manage to say a great deal using small words.

Also, I smiled at your comment about the lucky ones, intuitives, who perceive, and receive knowledge, intravenously-- directly into the bloodstream, so to speak. (I believe Madame H.P. Blavatsky knew a thing or two about that ;)

Thank you, for your latest ode to existence. I've just posted a piece about the role of the artist to remind us of the Beauty & Mystery of life, and I hear echoes of this in your poetry. May we never lose a sense of holy awe _/|_

You Rock Bud

really veary good post ,
I like it ,your photo....thanks

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Hmmm... Deep.
Love the last verse.
Welldone

Writing poetry is the most actual way to preach anxiety hidden in us. Sometimes he can not afford to be disclosed to someone who is dealing, but when he is written, a message that indirectly will be easily remembered by the reader. Moreover, the poetry presented is another form of reading that has been there before. Poetry is the deepest and mysterious inner language. It moves by itself to reach to the point of being denied, even though it is certainly the fruit of our own thought.

In this poem, I find many things so powerful and he manages to stand on his own, as the Sea says to himself. This is a miracle! Poetry can be simple. It can also be so fragile and sad. Depending on one's perspective comes from where when he wrote the poem.

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"We see faces that fade into the smoke of the grave.
We see tears that trace their pathway down a muddy slope
To fall into a river that flows into the sea."

Something really works with the wordplay of this stanza for me. I don't know what it is, but this stanza really stuck out and had such a nice flow to it. Good stuff

Bravo sire. You're always on point. Choosing the right words always.

I love this especially. I think I'll love to add a little line. Don't laugh buddy

"We see faces that fade into the smoke of the grave.
We see tears that trace their pathway down a muddy slope
To fall into a river that flows into the sea."

We see our hope faded into thin air
Stealing our believe like a daylight thief
And our morale mashed like a swamp.

We get to our dreams stay invisible
Like it stayed behind a smokescreen
Making us a dreamer no more.

There's much to life
a shadow of many phases
leading us to a place of no hope of return.

@d-pend, life gets better only with more of you who speaks art. I salute your attention to people's comment. It's a rare feat.

Would you write something on humanity soon? I hope to see it