NOM

So if the brute body is the haunt of the ghostly soul,
Tell me where is the unfathomable whole?

Dark stellar space with its glittering orb so bright,
Or in the unstoppable revolutions kissing day, caressing night?

Dead twigs of the old pine tree,
wilting leaves from stiff hoary frost?

Tell me Sire... Madam...
Or is this little ditty lost?

I love poetry, and this is wonderful- both in meaning and lyrically.

. . . . and writing poetry is challenging.🤨

I like it, but I don't really get it.

misterfake371 wrote: ↑Sat Oct 12, 2019 8:07 pm I like it, but I don't really get it.

I'll take a shot at it:

The unfathomable whole is the underlying All that seems to play hide and seek with us when we perceive things as either spiritual or physical. There is really only One Thing that keeps flowing and returning to itself. Just as day and night are not two distinct things but different aspects of the same motion, constantly creating/destroying the other in an endless cycle, so are life and death merely two faces of one eternal flow.

Ditty lost or found? Or BOTH!

Right on Hagoth! Thou dost receive thine glorious golden star on thine lovliest of foreheads.

Please, whisper me more poetry

Apologeticsislying wrote: ↑Mon Oct 14, 2019 7:10 pm Right on Hagoth! Thou dost receive thine glorious golden star on thine lovliest of foreheads.

Make it a big one. I've got a LOT of forehead!

Roses are red, violets are blue,
So you want me to do poetry for you?
Ok, how is this as I start my lil patter,
I can share with you all a cute little matter.
Greek tragedy is relevant and tv is too,
because roses are red, and violets are blue.