Is there anybody here? [Day 81]
Is there anybody here?
My head is an old apse
fresco'd on the inside
with ancient sinners,
frolicking
about the vaulted end
of a bone cathedral.
Dim cones of light,
rainbow pyramids
from stained-glass orbs
(spiralling illusions
from the outside world)
illuminate in part
the murals
on a smoke-stained wall.
Who is it holding forth
from atop
a copper pedestal?
In tones
low and sibilant,
echoing through the spacious hall?
Who are the hov'ring acolytes
that bear with slow gravity
the purple flame of torches,
quivering so slighty?
From soft air-perturbations
sewn by recited ecstasy,
the fire dances in the minds
of portraits sketched in memory.
Who are the faceless
sinners, saints,
and daemons round the dome?
That vivify this
haunted niche,
That dwell in this primordial home?
Poetry
Written by
@d-pend on 5/26/18
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Photographs by
.1 — "Rotonda di San Lorenzo" by CitizenFresh [cropped]
2 — "An Adventurer's Prize" by BricksandStones
3 — "Sunset over Rome" by CitizenFresh
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The self changes sometimes every day but definitely with every major event and/or choice. Trying to pinpoint who one is is not always easy but doable if one has the strength to also look at the ugly. Thing is the who am I is the universal question pretty much every being asks itself in one way or another. The easiest way to pinpoint that is by observing ones own actions and if one does not like what one sees the one can work toward who one would like to be . Action defines who we are how we operate shapes our souls. As for who the relevant people are good or bad ... it is not always who one would like them to be, not always who others expect they should be . It is those one thinks about, wonders about ...who one is genuinely interested in beyond the pleasantries of etiquette ...as for reciprocation it is never a given and often not even a possibility . And if your title is the meat of the matter if you are asking yourself all of the above because there is glass between the boy and the operation system leaving him outside of the loop then just walk away from the glass as obsessing about things on cannot reach is not really productive. Eventually things usually crystallise in one way or another until then feed of the few luminous crumbs that shine in a grey world ...
Whatever logic you use, it is really a question of consensus. The questions are very intelligent. They liked me very much
Such a beautiful poetry by all standard..i simply love the choice of words and the emotions it come with..you are such a good one @d-pend
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Such a beautiful poetry by all standard..i simply love the choice of words and the emotions it come with..you are such a good one @d-pend
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So much reflection and poetry rattling around in that colourful cranium of yours.
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So mistery...
I understand. To sit in a church centuries old, there is an energy. Think on all the prayers and hopes that were cast against its walls. The energy of them echo.
Brilliant write, Daniel:)
Yes, the energy in a place like this is palpable and the feelings evoked can stir up all kinds of existential questions. I like this piece because it paints a picture of a sojourner into another time. This individual asks, "Is there anybody here?" This was a fun poem for me because it provokes the reader. 😎
very nice !! good work friend