Meditation

Meditation
A Poem​

Here, in humble smudgings of character,
Where inward eyes ripple inside,
At the vision of beckoning sounds,
And in this troubled tempest,
Stalwart pieces rumbling beneath,
Blankets of fiery pages,
In twisting unfathomable age,
Undone like buttons with delicate fingers,
Broken soliloquy and murmuring splinters,
Jagged verse with subtle earnest,
Revolution and recognition,
Response to tranquil ghettos,
Hellos lost in translation,
Over corridors of defending mirrors,
Each with shared secrets,
Oathed in silent horrors,
A story deeper than bloodshot eyes,
Forthcoming teacup,
Unbeknown to the tabletop,
Let me hear your thoughts.


Rowan Blair Colver

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