Giving up gifts

in #dsound6 years ago (edited)

Giving up gifts

original poetry


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I.

The ordinary bundled itself, a dazzling parcel
To be sold through a harrowing stare
From a heart twisting in the revelation
Of its own mortality.

Futility pumping through the veins of the recipient
And the giver, vanished traceless on high,
Drips the nectar through an ebony sky.

A newspaper crumple in the heavens with a guffaw,
Rubbish bouncing between ear and the temple pillars,
The peek of turquoise grass between the pavement
That screams its omnipresence through a mild winter.

Everything is hurtling towards the conclusion:
Meandering or blasting through pomp and circumstance
Flicking crumbs of truth through the decorative bows.
Are you ready to meet yourself faceless?


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II.

The ordinary primes itself for unraveling,
The flash charge of its engines comes
Through mundane conversation,
Empty with vagaries and repetition.

In a single day the baby becomes an old man
And perishes; the ash of the corpse fashioned
Into a golden seed-ring springs up, a human oak.

The grove of absurdity flourishes its unreal species,
Amoebic spectres flashing wine-red, silver in the
Hyperluminescent dawn. Wingtips green, black hands,
Purple coral-eyes harsh scald the imagination
And scold any seer-of-them for the sheer hallucination.

You crafted the image, let the weird syllables
Carve an inverted waterfall to flow the crepuscular ridge;
You dammed the spinal flow and conjured monstrosities,
wrapped with tinsel and sparkles and bows to haunt you
In the stagnancy of ignorant stars.

Everything is melting the façade,
Pummeled with abstruse intimation
The spirit gives itself over in a cornucopia of hay
And humility; The heart comes to the precipice of
Comprehension and flings itself into the well
Of the sweet unknown:

Giving up parcels and presents and string
For certitude of livingless loss
and the givingless light to eternally sing.


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Written & spoken
By @d-pend
2/7/18
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Art created by

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1 --- "Postcard parcel" by Rona-Keller
2 --- "The thing" by Yanadhyana
3 --- "Past, present, and future" by Foxfires
4 --- "Parting of the red sea" by Parcel-sisters

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Wow. You knock me out!! This is a poem with meat. Full of truth. I can only say thank you my friend for this message. Thank you for supporting artist on Deviantart. Thank you for the form and beauty of this poem.


The gift of life is so precious. One man's life becomes a seed with unlimited potential to bear fruit. It is only when we die of our facade and humble ourselves we can sing and enjoy this life. The surreal becomes reality.

You crafted the image, let the weird syllables
Carve an inverted waterfall to flow the crepuscular ridge;
You dammed the spinal flow and conjured monstrosities,
wrapped with tinsel and sparkles and bows to haunt you
In the stagnancy of ignorant stars.



I cannot but think about my friend who became paralyzed after a motorcycle accident. He was only 19 and a great athlete at that. He suffered a lot about the purpose of existing if he could not even move. Later this humility made him a great man and teacher. This is the paradox of life. You caught it in this poem.

Like such esoteric motives so much!
I am not ready to meet myself faceless..
and yes... Just in a single day we all become old..
and the older we are, the faster time goes for us
do you notice it?
in the childhood life seems so long, and we get older so slow, but from year to year it is faster and faster...
thought-provoking feauture of our life.

This one has a metric arrangement divided in stanzas I also feel the ideas got me gasping to grab which idea was the focal theme of the poem.

I was feeling quite estactic at the begining I knew I was enjoying the way your vocabulary meandered with your voice onto the piece.

All in it's so amazing really

"Everything is hurtling towards the conclusion:
Meandering or blasting through pomp and circumstance
Flicking crumbs of truth through the decorative bows.
Are you ready to meet yourself faceless?
"

Yes!! everything is indeed hurtling towards conclusion,
Even our lives, the question is are you ready to give up this gift??
Are you ready for your own "conclusion"?

Great poem!! Really in love with your poems.

GREAT use of Dsound!

That image is so spooky and really preps you for what you are about to hear.

Flung me into the precipice of the unknown.

This image gave me sweet chills

'Giving up gifts' a very deep words @d-pend, that's cool. I have heard in Dsound, you read it full of feelings and penetrate into the soul. With you reading like that, I'm sure people who hear it will love your poetry and can be the most beautiful thing for them all.

I walk my way
Likewise also you
Walk your way
But God brings us together

I see my way
Likewise also you
Seeing your way
But God has united us

For we can besatu
In joy and sorrow
Nothing else I can say
You are the most beautiful gift of my life

From what I got its about the gift of life and how our finite nature is what makes the ordinary special.

i have always though of putting my poetry up on dsound. Listening to you read your words as inspired me to give it a shot. I do not know how to use audio software but i will give it a try with adobe audition.

Yes this is an exceptional poetry

great job @d-pend

your work was very clear... I am sure some professional use of tools was used.

Cheers

flicking crumbs of truth was raw af

great sound

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