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.
” Sacred Space ” explores the parameters of the poet’s experience.
Dear Louis,
Thanks a lot for being there, ever so diligently reading, commenting and encouraging the poet community.
🙂
Where words write their own requiem………exquisite…
Thank you so much Santosh… 🙂
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!
Honoured to see your wonderful comments Lopa… glad you liked it so much. 🙂
Lovely poem Kamlesh Acharya…i just finished one poem unwritten poetry…and what a coincidence the theme we choose matches amazingly…:-)
Thanks a lot Maya … so glad to see this cosmic connect between us … 🙂