Somewhere Between The Known And Hidden Senses Of Matter And The Soul. Poem by Robert Merrett

Somewhere Between The Known And Hidden Senses Of Matter And The Soul.

Omnipresent

There…
In the brief, finite pages -
shuffled between the bookends of life:
One's passing eye -
observes the rolling fields.
Fine vellus hairs -
flutter upon ubiquitous waves:
Light, sound, quantum, soul:
Vibration of reformation -
bristling, bustling:
Creation in motion.
The sagacious tongue -
describes a sense of what has become -
what will be done?
And all is what it seems -
until it's gone:
Until it's gone.
To wait -
fallow in the frozen, rolling field -
the patient seed lays still to yield.
As all life yearns for love itself -
and love's true voice the single wealth.
Omnipresent, underneath:
Where spirit casts off the wreath.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Life, eternity, senses and change
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success