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Outsiders could never begin to understand
The majestic consciousness we created
As they hiss and pass by our forsaken ruin
Its ramparts wreathed in dark somber ivy
They have no memories of its halcyon age
When it thrummed with vision and vitality
They cannot know the electric ecstasy of
Our magnificent creations coming to life
Our minds spanning epiphanic galaxies,
Both resplendent and terrifying in their
Stark and wildly addictive poetic intensity
They have not felt their souls inflamed
Chasing the inspiration of fragrant words
Our utterances fueling each other’s fires
We dreamed together a conjoined dream
And constructed a world to carry our spirits
Beyond the limits of mortal constraints
Together forging a winged chimeric soul
Made half from her words and half mine
Stronger and more alive than either of us
Our manifesto soared in conflagrant flight
And mocked the paltry heat of stellar fire
Oft I wonder if our spiritual amalgamation
Has taken with it our wisdom and sanity
For it left us locked in this ivy bound tower
Where we pine, gazing out at the heavens
Behind time grizzled bars and nitrous walls
At its atomic tail streaking like a fiery comet
Blazing across the robe of the firmament
Transcribing dreams onto heaven’s scroll
While we languish in unyielding shackles
The ivy knows as it hugs the prison’s bars
The ivy sees. It hears. It whispers and weeps
Perhaps the ivy too is an inmate here like us
Tracing the aged battlements that it wreaths
Reaching toward us in living verdant silence
Our creature saw the unfolding of the curse
It took wing and flew leaving only memories
That we cannot recall but that grip our souls
With a shudder of unexplainable disquietude
The ivy’s tendrils conceal the ancient scars
That echo our regrets on the aging timbers
Perhaps neither this ancient sagging edifice
Or the melancholy ivy are meant to be free
Only the ghost of our shared dreams knows
But it has departed this achromatic twilight
To grander and more vibrant dreamscapes
But we are condemned to lachrymal decay
©All original work copyright Edward D Cates 2018
The majestic consciousness we created
As they hiss and pass by our forsaken ruin
Its ramparts wreathed in dark somber ivy
They have no memories of its halcyon age
When it thrummed with vision and vitality
They cannot know the electric ecstasy of
Our magnificent creations coming to life
Our minds spanning epiphanic galaxies,
Both resplendent and terrifying in their
Stark and wildly addictive poetic intensity
They have not felt their souls inflamed
Chasing the inspiration of fragrant words
Our utterances fueling each other’s fires
We dreamed together a conjoined dream
And constructed a world to carry our spirits
Beyond the limits of mortal constraints
Together forging a winged chimeric soul
Made half from her words and half mine
Stronger and more alive than either of us
Our manifesto soared in conflagrant flight
And mocked the paltry heat of stellar fire
Oft I wonder if our spiritual amalgamation
Has taken with it our wisdom and sanity
For it left us locked in this ivy bound tower
Where we pine, gazing out at the heavens
Behind time grizzled bars and nitrous walls
At its atomic tail streaking like a fiery comet
Blazing across the robe of the firmament
Transcribing dreams onto heaven’s scroll
While we languish in unyielding shackles
The ivy knows as it hugs the prison’s bars
The ivy sees. It hears. It whispers and weeps
Perhaps the ivy too is an inmate here like us
Tracing the aged battlements that it wreaths
Reaching toward us in living verdant silence
Our creature saw the unfolding of the curse
It took wing and flew leaving only memories
That we cannot recall but that grip our souls
With a shudder of unexplainable disquietude
The ivy’s tendrils conceal the ancient scars
That echo our regrets on the aging timbers
Perhaps neither this ancient sagging edifice
Or the melancholy ivy are meant to be free
Only the ghost of our shared dreams knows
But it has departed this achromatic twilight
To grander and more vibrant dreamscapes
But we are condemned to lachrymal decay
©All original work copyright Edward D Cates 2018
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Another poem inspired by comments by my soul sister Maggie aka FullSpectrumRogue. I don't mind being haunted by her poetic brilliance at all.
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Very well written! Though it was a little hard to read due to the format of the text, it was still amazing to read this poem!