A CELESTIAL DANCE ON BOOK, (An Original Poetry ➕ Analysis & Notes 📝)
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The mind is a solemn dimension,
Where golems and angels converge,
to speak gibberish sweetness,
to the very fibre of the soul,
a sane perspection makes the tongue,
bleed like a floating papyrue
but the heart transcends normality,
A navigator to a sailor,
Where birds feeds on flesh
the craze the raze, a celestial dance on book.
We are wireless terminals,
a sacred monument,
With the urge to murder alphabets
it's like a raven floating in foreign haven,
poetry beyond the soundness of the mind,
In a rave of insanity,
you're on the sanctuary of impossibilites,
Where the world is just a pie,
baked by your powerful metaphors,
We're celestial beings,
doing celestial dance on terrestrial book,
We paint hooks and sinker,
but only minds brilliant as a unicorns,
May see the blood and magic, sweat and valor,
heralded by purple flowers,
brought to life,
by the power of words,
We're gods of creations,
Creating imageries in difficult vicissitude
yet clothed with nothing
among ignorant eyes.
They see a pen slurping on a page,
puking inks like abortionists,
but we are beautiful murderers who encodes
the supernatural into ordinary things.
our world is fit into this world of philistines
Men without penchant for art,
but we are valiant gods with immortal eyes,
to see beauty within nothing,
Our celestial dance on our poetry book.
POETIC ANALYSIS & NOTES.
Writers and poets are sometimes confined to their own world, where they feel they exist alone. Sometimes they may seem very blank without ideas but deep down they're cooking up creative ideas and solving riddles created by themselves. The poem is an ode that praises the hubris behind a creative writer (Particularly a poet) the truth is ordinary mind may not even be too equipped to enter the terrains or understand the thoughts of a poet, but needless to say the poem points out that they may seen as mad men.
The poet in particular feels that the realm of men's thought are very ordinary and the ability to create words and make it into poetry is very difficult and as such he considers himself and people like him alike gods of creation. The poet himself feels that writing alone is not just using Pen to graze a book, that's why he calls it celestial dance on a book of which people with a creative tendency will never understand.
The poet's aims is to elevate poets out the ordinary, calling them encoders of supernatural things into the ordinary. He however feels relieved at the very end because the brilliance to decipher amazing art is still cherished even In a philistine world where people are non-believers in the beauty of poetry.
Written, edited & analysed
By @Josediccus
15/7/2018
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Brautiful anaysis
I love this particular line '
We are wireless terminals,
a sacred monument,
With the urge to murder alphabets'
Great content
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