“Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.“
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I think our thoughts
are sparkles in black velvet
some sequin sewn but others
long gone stars, sky fallen,
their flares, registered as instant
Before the scopes that pry both near and far
there’s magic, as only imagining makes
Reason has set the dominos tumbling
excites, electrifies cognizance
urbane, profound, subliminal
(or devilish thoughts that slipstream
like eels into colder, deeper waters)
All are visible to the logical eye
the analyst’s couch, the cognitive doctoring
mind over matter
God make me pagan again!
untie me from these factual tracks
let me flounder again for the faith
that seeks the light that sparks the synapse
In her Open Link Night where any unprompted poem can go, Sanaa offers a mini prompt for inspiration with Silverstein’s poem ‘Where the sidewalk ends‘ as in some hidden, magical place, as, tangentially, in these “Thoughts”
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This is incredibly gorgeous writing, Laura! 😍 I especially love this part; “there’s magic, as only imagining makes/Reason has set the dominos tumbling excites, electrifies cognizance/urbane, profound, subliminal (or devilish thoughts that slipstream/like eels into colder, deeper waters).” 🩷🩷
You are right, the poem does indeed compliment the mini prompt! xx
a happy unintended meeting of prompt and poem – thank you for hosting Sanaa and for such generous words
“long gone stars, sky fallen,
their flares, registered as instant”
I imagine this as memories, some more clear than others, their brilliance affected by time and our perspective.
a memory metaphor too but also the sparks that are our thoughts – arising within and without as from the collective unconscious, inspiration,
Yes, and being open to that inspiration.
exactly – which requires a leap of faith oft times!
Beautiful, Laura. I especially like the image in the first stanza–the sparkling thoughts and the long gone stars.
many thanks Merril – a poet’s view of thoughts versus the biological/logical one 3rd stanza!
You’re welcome, Laura!
Laura, I love and honor your prayer at the end. I think that’s why I like the dreamworld so much.
yes Lisa – we need to spend more time there
You’ve embodied that quote in your words. The images in the first stanza are delightful. Sequins and stars–exactly like. (K)
thank you – wrote the poem found the quote – voila!
Serendipity.
A stunning poem, Laura, rich with imagery. I love the opening stanza, the thoughts as ‘sparkles in black velvet’ and ‘long gone stars’, and the prayer for ‘faith that seeks the light that sparks the synapse’ in the final stanza, which all resonates with me.
many thanks Kim – enjoy the break!
Thank you, Laura!
I like that you want to flounder again. That’s a huge statement!
indeed! Nice observation – a swing away from Uber rationalism
You have described the pattern of thoughts beautifully with your imagery. I really liked these lines…
some sequin sewn but others
long gone stars, sky fallen,
their flares, registered as instant
many thanks
The difference in “seeing” with reason or imagination resonates powerfully, effectively, so much so that persona’s cry at the end seems the “logical” conclusion to revive “the faith/that seeks the light that sparks the synapse.” Thoughts so beautifully conveyed, Laura.
thank you so much Dora for your insightful words
This is one of my favorites of yours I’ve read.❤️
thank you Melissa for those kind thoughts!