Menolyrical; Words for Words' Sake















SURGE

Looking through a spectral
it seems there is an umbral
which havocs with the innerwal
being-ness

Words become unhing-eth
brain thinks it is be-wing-eth
heart leaps forth and singer-eth
of the mess

Which is the jelly being
am stepped outside and seeing
the eyes which are now weeing
like a spout

That light the senses drew-ed
caused all inside to flew-ed
and upwards outwards strew-ed
dropped out

............sigh, 'tis pass-erd
the rainbow vortex ax-ered
no more are we blatt-erd
Normal service.




` © Yamini Ali MacLean 2014





6 comments:

Frankie Furter and Ernie said...

Very Pretty Words today.

Julie said...

Beautiful photo matched with wonderful words
Loves and licky kisses
Princess Leah xxx

Bouncing Bertie said...

OK, still trying to figure this one out. Filosofee never a strong point.
Cheers! Gail.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
hehehe... at least three brave souls attempted it! Apart from a visceral response to the amazing light-play over on the other side "o' the watter", there are also hints, here, of the elusiveness of the goal in meditation... one tends to always land back in the transactional mess we call 'world'.... Yxx

Mark Muller said...

the time we can see rainbows is always too short...like a dream... one minute and we are back to reality :o) love the words!
easy rider

Murphy said...

This obviously shows that mom's Poetry class in college did not take affect. It is beautiful but she is scratching her head. I told her to scratch my head instead.

Your Pals,

Murphy & Stanley