Bridges of Invisibility
(the freedom to feel and understand)
the entrance to Heaven
drips echo,
magnetises me to a place I remember,
but cannot go
do you feel what I feel?
I am making up what I do not
know,
in splashed half-lit Art,
I am caged bird,
free
hearts hesitate, break
to tears released,
filling again, in joyous cupfuls,
from the selfsame holding space,
as notes sung in a minor key
in waves undulating, I am blind,
inclined towards
Beauty as bridge between
empty space pours presence,
ignites through love
in the light-filled wounds,
connecting inside out,
to outside in.
It would require several pages of writing to unpack this poem. There is much going on in these lines. The language gives much to talk about. I will simply say that the poetic imagination is much at work here.
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This is deeply powerful and meaningful poetry. Well done. And I learned a new word, selfsame.