From time to time
I reach that space,
the sanctum sanctorum,
the void of life,
the emptiness
brimming with fullness,
the womb of creation,
indescribable,
where words write
their own requiem,
as they fall graciously
like leaves
on the altar of autumn.
From that space
come to me,
random pearls
that I string together
and emerge on the surface,
a jubilant diver
with the necklace of poetry.
****
This poem was selected in the Highly Commended Section of Destiny Poets UK for the month of December 2014. Honoured :-).
http://www.destinypoets.co.uk/?page_id=107#comment-422300
I reach that space,
the sanctum sanctorum,
the void of life,
the emptiness
brimming with fullness,
the womb of creation,
indescribable,
where words write
their own requiem,
as they fall graciously
like leaves
on the altar of autumn.
From that space
come to me,
random pearls
that I string together
and emerge on the surface,
a jubilant diver
with the necklace of poetry.
****
This poem was selected in the Highly Commended Section of Destiny Poets UK for the month of December 2014. Honoured :-).
http://www.destinypoets.co.uk/?page_id=107#comment-422300
8 comments:
" Sacred Space " explores the parameters of the poet's experience.
I really liked this poem a lot.
Where words write their own requiem………exquisite…
An exquisite and magical poem where poetry itself becomes a metaphor, the jewels of the meticulously crafted words that are strung around the poet’s neck, awesome imagery!
Lovely poem Kamlesh Acharya…i just finished one poem unwritten poetry…and what a coincidence the theme we choose matches amazingly…:-)
Aww how lovely. tfs
Very elegant and gracefully written. It's almost so delicate that I'm afraid to utter the words aloud for fear that they might shatter upon my tongue. Nicely written, keep it up!
Cool I like the universe and how you describe it...
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