(! ! !) Communing With A God Poem by Alice Cuenca

(! ! !) Communing With A God

Rating: 2.7


Through an ant's view
an unhindered eye of a needle;
words are breathing.
An ongoing flow,
yet I am in trance.

But your glazed-over eyes
are oblivious of the wind.
Your words are sharp,
scathing my senses.
If only in silence you can see
the dream that drifts...

Puffed up podiums
are like balloons when pricked.
Together with the dust;
we are minuscules consumed
by the hollow of the earth.

Strands of words
are but tools spiralling
in zigzag course; trapped
in pride.
may the wind take us,
let the time dissolve
in between.Without an image
we'll blend...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mifael Llauderes 28 July 2009

God has his own ways... the last stanza is quite ecclesiastical for me. i do agree.

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Sarwar Chowdhury 25 June 2009

Fine words, fine thoughts! Ammmmmmmazing! 10+

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Isaiah Grey 09 May 2009

Very spiritual. I especially like the last verse. It says so much without being verbose.

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