Sown by echoes

d-pend (73)in #poetry • 8 years ago (edited)

Sown by echoes

original poetry
featuring photographs by JakeSpain

I set frailty
shell-echoes free.

Roaring with accumulation,
corresponding in colorless flight,

phantasms
glinting with gelled currency:

I exhume rivers set to rest
by age.

Dim rivers
where undines of coral reach blank hands forth
from the depths shuddering,
crying companionship in the fumbling shadow.

Hands with curvaceous symbols
interlaced over amphibious veins
pulsing with the black light of morning,
beckoning me
to the cliff's altar.

I set tines of decaying verse
to trickle down the slope, nodding softly
at the coloured drops' mingling path, becoming still

when echoes of the beautied flaws
reach the water's edge.

Written by
@d-pend
7/23/18
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Photographs by
JakeSpain

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  1 — "Cloud and Rock Scape"
  2 — "Out to the Atlantic Ocean"
  3 — "Sugar Loaf Peak"

kennack_sands_img_8504_dxo_highlight_stack_by_jakespain-d8t3nfj 3.jpg

#writing #abstract #esoteric #busy

8 years ago in #poetry by d-pend (73)

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mineopoly (64) 8 years ago (edited)

This is intense @d-pend,

Hands with curvaceous symbols
interlaced over amphibious veins
pulsing with the black light of morning,
beckoning me
to the cliff's altar.

I can't explain it well but this poem touches on some of the feelings I have had about interacting on Steemit and the general state of crypto combined with the summer heat has left me deflated.

So many gems came out for months on end but now the echoes do not call so loudly. Many echoes are only shallow repetition at most.

Who can convey the mind's ideas and send them down their paths? Surely they are tainted when they reach their course.

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zeleiracordero (67) 8 years ago (edited)

Greetings, @d-pend! I am excited about your return and this poem that you present after several days without your company.

"Sown by echoes" induces me to feel a trapped voice, enclosed between mountainous blocks of beautiful sight, but also dangerous. Apprehending beauty without equal, strong sensations that accelerate the pulse and the certainty that one returns to reality, to life, because there will be no hiding places for that spiritual force nourished in silence, in meditation, in stillness.

I set tines of decaying verse
to trickle down the slope, nodding softly
at the coloured drops' mingling path, becoming still
when echoes of the beautied flaws
reach the water's edge.

That peace configured in the inner being, built a dam, a haven of acceptance and forgiveness towards himself that drives the free flow of being in what he underlies.

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tatjanastan (75) 8 years ago

Well, Dear d-pend the other day I wanted to upvote 100% and it didn't give me. The post was 8 days old. So, now You are back. Welcome

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d-pend (73) 8 years ago

Thank you so much @tatjanastan. It's good to be back. Have a great day!

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tygertyger (65) 8 years ago

He's Alive ....

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kpreddy (59) 8 years ago (edited)

This is inspired writing and those were amazing photographs. I wish I could understand more of the poem but my vocabulary is very weak. You make music too??

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