If you could only understand you already died
Under mechanical rainbows of stain glass cathedrals
Embedded into the concrete soil
So to resurrect dreams of quantum heartbeats
Every night you send flowers
To your own reflection
Reminiscing through memories
Embracing daring consequences
Where shadows of isolation insert their influence
To remind you to continue breathing
If only you could reach out of the ground
And touch the stars
You would accept you own worth
In the subterranean vessels of tomorrow
And would accomplish the impossible
Rising above the late remains of your life
Listening to Enuma elish tell stories
Of embracing victory over chaos
Creating a world from the corpse of your mother
Where heaven sings for your arrival
As the underworld embellishes your footprints
If only Eshu could ruse your curiosity
To return to the sunshine
You can once again
Peer through the color windows of your mind
A dark, but colorful tale. Enuma Enuma, an Ebo with three deep cuts on each cheek, did not have to take my course because he was in accounting. He finished a two-year M.S. in Accountancy in one year (the only one known to have done it) and ended up at Barkley's Bank in London. He called me from Houston two years later, saying he had a business proposition. I never heard from him again.
You excelled in your dream-delving style to enchant and beguile with the metaphysical/thoughtful/imaginative style of a witch-weaver, or, a wizard-weaver of worded images.
this poem is so loaded, chock full of meaning laid over meaning. like a stained glass, what you see depends on where you stand and how the light falls. fascinating! Dawn
Stained glass is delightful and very Romantic... in the William Morris and Byronic sense. Furthermore, the interleaving of various mythologies is intoxicating and my brain is flippin out here with every successive stanza. Can't help thinkin that poor ol Tiamat endorses my thinkin that these iconic women of power end up somehow with an untimely end, but maybe she deserved it! :)) There's so much here... An Architect's Blueprint, perhaps, in the first strophe; the sense of uncogniscent narcissism in the second; then the ongoing thoughts of when and what "death and resurrection" actually constitutes in the various world religions and mythologies, bound up, of course, with the search for the Truth about where it is we've all come from in the first place. The line "Creating a world from the corpse (of) your mother" is bound to shake me up!! There is the sense of both the impish and pure celestial delight in the final lines as Heaven is tasted in full, like the cornucopia, the Horn of Plenty that it truly is - setting it apart as a "place" distinct and "at a distance from earth" as we now know it (although, spiritually, I don't think there is grounds for this thought: heaven is inside each one of us, I believe). But yes... wherever and whatever, likening enlightenment and vision to the multispectrum of colour kaleidoscoping through stained glass is accurate and creative. A totally mind-boggling write, Jude, and one full of Sweet Imaginings... think you'd be allowed inside this cathedral anytime!! :)) TY K xx
Enuma Elish, the earliest written Babylonian Creation Myth, where Marduk battles the goddess Tiamat and her evil minions is indeed colorful and a great work of imagination. Some believe that the Enuma Elish is the source material for the book of Genesis.
I do not!
And I do not believe that Marduk created humanity from his blood and bone.
This is good mythology Robert, and your second strophe: "Every night you send flowers to your own reflection" ... is outstanding.
You wax lyrically on the myths of the Underworld and the rebirth of the deceased soul...
When we descend down into the Netherworld, there we will be greeted by Osiris, Lord of the Underworld, and our souls will be weighed against the balance of a feather in the scales..
All of ths is a dream of colored porportions and surreal creatures from the Seven Tablets of Creation. I admire Sage's colorful Edsu and the combination of her comment and your pem. This makes it all an exception read this morning.
Susan
Wise write and it does establish the personification that life is but a fleeting second in the universe of time. Love the reflections and images especially bouncing from the earthly realm of churches to the Godlike kingdom of the stars.
Unlike the others I do not have knowledge on the seven tablets of creation so I can only tell you how it touched me. In a very strange way that is hard to explain. A full night of strangeness for me. Some would say it is the full moon. I will just say its been a very interesting evening and I have fully enjoyed this write.
To even begin to create a poem from The Seven Tablets of Creation in Babylonian myth suggests struggle between cosmic order and chaos, which I think Color Windows represents most like Tablet II from The Seven Tablets...Tiamat represents forces of disorder and chaos in the world. In the cycle of seasons, Tiamat is winter and barrenness. Color Windows has a bit of Tablet V, they establish the days and months and seasons of the year. Since this is a myth about the natural world, the "stations" that Marduk establishes for the gods correspond to the celestial luminaries that figured in Babylonian astrology. The phases (horns) of the Moon determine the cycles of the months. From the spittle of Tiamat Marduk creates rain for the earth. Bringing the African trickster God into the next to the last stanza. What I adore about Eshu is that he wore a red hat on one side and it was blue on the other, causing the villagers to argue when he passed by about what color his hat was, depending on which side the villagers were standing on, teaching the villagers about how one's perspective can alter a person's perception of reality, which explains your last stanza. Color Windows plays tempting choices for the purpose of causing maturation, and also like Eshu, you are a difficult teacher, Jude, but a good one...
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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You excelled in your dream-delving style to enchant and beguile with the metaphysical/thoughtful/imaginative style of a witch-weaver, or, a wizard-weaver of worded images.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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Enuma Elish, the earliest written Babylonian Creation Myth, where Marduk battles the goddess Tiamat and her evil minions is indeed colorful and a great work of imagination. Some believe that the Enuma Elish is the source material for the book of Genesis.
I do not!
And I do not believe that Marduk created humanity from his blood and bone.
This is good mythology Robert, and your second strophe: "Every night you send flowers to your own reflection" ... is outstanding.
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
But to it reads. Wake up before you die, get out there and live with your God given purpose..
Reindeer
You wax lyrically on the myths of the Underworld and the rebirth of the deceased soul...
When we descend down into the Netherworld, there we will be greeted by Osiris, Lord of the Underworld, and our souls will be weighed against the balance of a feather in the scales..
Pray your soul is feather light !
Peter
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