Words' Whirled World Twirl Swirls Through Shadowy Embrace Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Words' Whirled World Twirl Swirls Through Shadowy Embrace



Rare shadowy embrace, pulse racing,
Overwhelming dream theme's tracing.
Bronze eyes fond hopes, dreams are chasing
Expectantly, finds links replacing
Reach of superficial casing,
Thrusts trust through rust's lacklustre lacing

As life's seasons unrelenting,
Spring's sweet zephyrs, blossom scenting
Summer sunsets complementing
Fall's fiesta fruit fermenting
Winter freeze frieze unrepenting,
swiftly flow shadows segmenting,
whirled impressions silhouetting
scenes embracing dream themes venting,
shadowy embrace attempting,
self-reflective runway tempting
take-off often thoughts pre-empting
sees, seizes on, flame, blame exempting.

Words' whirled world twirls swirl together
make mind's music tempo weather
form to storm blocks, light as feather
turn constraints most, far less clever,
see as strictures which tight tether,
not as pictures hell-for-leather
spirit lead to question whether
consistency's illusion ever.

As impressions artist wording
so the poet, insight girding
paints life's canvas sixth sense herding
into bridge for future wording
patterns into patterns weaving
both deceiving, undeceiving,
here perception sees stairs leaving
there inspection stares, seize cleaving.

Somehow someone reconciling
forwards, back, and time a-whiling,
motion into more compiling,
starts ball rolling inwards smiling
outwards treadmills single-filing
round in circles never riling,
ever onwards as the aisle in
fact or fiction sets key styling.

Mind unwinding never minding
dizzy blinding reels from binding
backwards grinding, from behinding,
springs forth for a fourth time binding
far horizons, nearness, finding
that perceptions interwinding
vision skew to keep reminding
constantly of traces grinding.

Keeping tabs on locomotion
through a tableau that commotion
seems, in turmoil, senseless ocean,
stems from structure's subtle potion.

Thus confusion into fusion
tracks intact design solution
ends, means melds without intrusion
'spite apparent convolution,
inks links' thinklings in profusion
to coherency's conclusion
in a trice as revolution
follows former revolution.

Pattern's blueprint formulation
seen from every angle, station,
heightened by anticipation,
tunes vocation through elation.

Theme dream on examination
mocks fixed formulae, vocation
centred on an evocation
of infinite re-rotation.
Constant, also, the vibration
of energy whose swift gyration
channels vim swim through migration
of and from no fixed location,
to, from, some conscious bifurcation,
de facto self-perpetuation,
factoring each fresh mutation
in reworked association.

Thus, thereby, emancipation
spins from, through, strict forms, sensation
self-sustaining, graduation
from starting point to revelation.

Images retinal reeling
showing much, as much concealing,
flowing touch in touch revealing,
knowing such from time time's stealing,
offer insights into feeling
through dimensions thus unsealing
variations on themes peeling
from perceptions wheeling-dealing
round and round with no chance-dancing
as each level all enhancing
contributes to each entrancing
wave with exit, entrance, glancing.

Rendering impressions sending
bending into further bending
humour with perspective lending,
leading where uncondescending?
Fencing words then fences mending
up, down, sideways, first ascending,
then descending ending, ending
in horizons more appending.

Shadows flitting, rising, falling,
treadmill traction seldom stalling,
swirls words spinning top, installing
word games wild, forever calling
for fit not forfeit, one-in-alling.

Page sets stage thats soon a-filling
and attention draws which, willing,
keys to context, content, spilling
from poetic pen fulfilling
will on canvas, tempo thrilling
rapid pulse pace race instilling,
waft, weft, weaving, outing, inning,
every level underpinning,
exits, entrances roll spinning
out with no precise beginning
and no ending where spin's singing
sinless links, while reader, grinning
as random stanzas seed sense, skinning
superfluous prose from verse prize winning.

Why continue rhyming chiming,
rapid rhythmic tempo climbing,
further options subtle priming:
atrophy at trophy timing?

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(13 May 2010)
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