Tilt

That nonsensical tilt to the Heavens,
Seat of our Mythos…no the eye records
A whisper of the Starlight, as a sea
That swirls infinitely, from our feet craven,
To the helix of Prometheus, all must accord
Inwardly to face the brightness of day,
What is hidden from us, the already woven,
Of hope in the deepest well, roared
silently, Space…to see to see to see
That nonsensical tilt to the Heavens,
As a key, left in the mind, to be flowered
For pollen, to germinate the Galaxies
To call home,

Wonderful Illustration by D is for Doodle, http://disfordoodle.com

I like pie. Writing poetry for me is all done without editing or pre-thought. Enjoy the dribbles of my mind. :D

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3 comments on “Tilt
  1. D. says:

    Reblogged this on D is for Doodle and commented:
    A collaboration with Boch Special 🙂 He got inspired by my Stars Within Reach!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Lonie Fulgham says:

    “To the helix of Prometheus, all must accord…” I really like this one.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. […] This one is inspired by Boch’s poem Morning, Dare. It’s not the first time I draw something for Boch, in march he used my hand lost in cosmos for his amazing Tilt! […]

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