Rest from the Rational [Day 82]

in #poetry6 years ago (edited)

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Rest from the Rational


Straining at the bounds,
Quite beyond the dictates of Reason.
The vague antenna of
Some faculty expunged
From comprehension
By the conscious mind.

The epitomized receptacle
For longings unrequited,
Quite beyond the plausible.
Strains and snatches of bird-whispers,
Billious tendrils vivid
Behind indiscretions of closed lids.

Freeing the itinerant spirit
Cuffed with ponderous clasps
From the restraint of
A spiked collar
Yet not from its leash
Of air, unseen metal,
And verve.

Calling out in straits and satchels
Of soft grime most eloquent,
In ever-increasing absurdity
As one nears the gates of slumber
On the very border
Yet still so far
From respite celestial.

O precious Dissolution!
Even the merest glance
Of your billowing robe
Grants me peace unsurpassed.


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@d-pend on 5/27/18
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Love it, but find it too hard to comprehend due to the big grammar.

Loving what you do not understand is a dangerous thing it might serve you as lunch on a platter ...

Honestly... i hope you have no desire to be an ESL teacher.

English is my 3rd language actually and it is actually his country's official language as he is from Nigeria! That being said I am not faulting the english I am faulting the empty praise people seem to give here on the platform. While this might have not been meant in this case and if that is so I apologise , but why say one loves something when one did not understand it - it confuses the fuck out of me and comes off as very disingenuous.

Thank your consideration @tygertyger. I can see your heart after editing the comment a couple times. As the weather gets hotter here I am quick to react. Forgive me for reacting before understanding.

As far as that original comment I was confused too. I made an ass out of my self by assuming the user was a second language user but now I see the user is just a user.

Your point well taken.

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. —T.S. Eliot

Also, this is a poem straining at the limits of the rational. It is not intended to be understood, but experienced 🙏🏼

I just feel the speaking voice of this poetry.. Just like the best,it has perfect lines and imagery. Thanks for sharing @d-pend

Vivid yet conceptual. Nice to see a quality poet on here. I'm new to Steemit, do you have suggestions for other poets/artists to follow and support?

Beautiful poetic state of connection with the whole, more than with the mind. There is an allusion to flashes of light that attract despite being clearly incipient. Ascent searches, still far from the dream. Ways walked and walking, always looking, longing for the dreamed meeting, the unification that will give peace to being.
A hug, @d-pend.

I find your choice of words and expression very soothing. Thanks for sharing @d-pend. You are an inspiration

From time to time it is good to rest from the rational, it is like a liberation of one's own body to become part of the whole, of the air of the environment, reflective of his poem with an interesting proposal when accompanied by that image, with so many eyes that it seems that deepened the look inside our soul, greetings that this very well

I liked this poem @d-pend. You probably already know why. It's because it brings reason itself to question. Human reasoning sometimes doesn't make any sense and often leaves us empty.

These lines really stood out for me:

For longings unrequited,
Strains and snatches of bird-whispers,
Behind indiscretions of closed lids.
In ever-increasing absurdity
As one nears the gates of slumber
From respite celestial.
O precious Dissolution!
Even the merest glance
Of your billowing robe
Grants me peace unsurpassed.

"Poetry remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art," said JL Borges...
And your poem bring us to this, dear @d-pend...

Resteemed!❤

Have a lovely day...☕❤

Wonderful poem you have written that one from the heart once again a great poem

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