h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I hope this is ok I thought you might like this. I've been told it's 'creative' and might take a few reads by Roy. I hope you like it. its kind of a patter on the creative art of envisaging, revealing and parting life in words.

PB

Wisdoms' Time

By: Polymorphous
Created: 08 March 2004

Currently in: POETRY


The art of the mind
Seeks wisdom
Perspective placed
To hold meaning

A bed lay comforted by sense
As if all thought and reason
Confirmed in ones learning
Complete and quick hence

Like a focusing glass
Reflecting life, in your own light,
Fuelled by that life,
Opened on canvass of reason and feeling
Upon which all shines,
In luminous form,
Where seasons revel, always,
To moons caressed by dawn

The mirrored hues grow with time,
And so the resolved beauty
When alone, all is abstract,
When coupled, formed and whole
This, the logic of art, formed
The realm of natural flow

Leading now, with open mind
Revelation meditates
Amidst awe,
Together,
Our reflecting tones shift,
Shattering darkness,
Tinting light,
Safe in shadow

The art of the mind
Finds wisdom
Dawned perspectives
Shared, clutched in bliss

Our meaning, our art,
Found, together,
By its own reflection,
Shimmering light,
Our heaven and stars

These words are beautiful - but what do they mean?... I mean, what is the purpose? If it's just to string words together to create some wonderfully ethereal picture of abstraction, then this is perfect, but maybe there's something else that should be at work in writing... what do you think?

Agreed, beautiful words, which seem to spiral, but hard to grasp.

Polymorphous.
I hope you don,t mind but your words intriqued me and I had a bit fo a fiddle to try and work it out.


peripateticism
If you read this version in which I have change the puctuation a little, and read it aloud ni Shakesperean style, it begind to make sense
It is like one of those pictures you have to stare at to try and make out the shape in the maze.


The art of the mind
Seeks wisdom;
Perspective placed
To hold meaning.

Abed lay, comforted by sense
As if all thought and reason
Confirmed in ones learning .
Complete and quick hence,

Like a focusing glass
Reflecting life, in your own light.
Fuelled by that life,
Opened on canvass of reason and feeling
Upon which all shines,
In luminous form,
Where seasons revel, always
To moons caressed by dawn.

The mirrored hues grow with time
And so the resolved beauty.
When alone, all is abstract;
When coupled, formed and whole.
This, the logic of art, formed;
The realm of natural flow

Leading now, with open mind
Revelation meditates
Amidst awe,
Together
Our reflecting tones shift.
Shattering darkness,
Tinting light,
Safe in shadow.

The art of the mind
Finds wisdom.
Dawned perspectives
Shared, clutched in bliss.

Our meaning, our art,
Found together
By its own reflection.
Shimmering light;
Our heaven and stars