the collision of infinity

My heart was split, and a flower appeared
–Solomon

the stillness rises,
leaving trails, glittering dust,
illuminated–

illuminated
path, column to sky portal–
what is left behind?

what is left behind
fills the silence, the silver
unmooring the ghosts–

unmooring the ghosts,
the whisperer raises limbs,
phantoms smoldering–

phantoms smoldering
from cracks growing like branches,
brambled, wintering–

brambled wintering,
hard as stone–not casting spells,
she is praying them,

she is praying them,
unshrouding the rapt tempest
as it waits, glowing,

as it waits, glowing
through trajectories of light
into the unknown–

into the unknown,
weeping, she follows, verged—her
eyes are full of birds

Laura at dVerse has challenged us to write mystic poetry for Advent.

Also linking to the earthweal challenge of Advent for Earth.

61 thoughts on “the collision of infinity

  1. I really (underlined) like the form you’ve chosen for this – the repeating line undoes time and linear progress – it’s as though instead of rushing on with the idea in the next stanza, we look again at the previous one – making a chain, making a circle – which I’m sure is what you intended with this meditation on infinity.

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  2. Beautiful, Kerfe, title and poem both! Solomon’s words have inspired a chain and bloomed as ‘eyes full of birds’ in your poem. I love the lines:
    ‘what is left behind
    fills the silence, the silver
    unmooring the ghosts’
    and
    ‘phantoms smoldering
    from cracks growing like branches,
    brambled, wintering’.

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  3. you have drawn such mystic lines in your poetry form – this is excellent!
    “she is praying them,
    unshrouding the rapt tempest
    as it waits, glowing,

    as it waits, glowing
    through trajectories of light
    into the unknown–”

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  4. This is incredibly mesmerizing! 💝💝 I love; “she is praying them, unshrouding the rapt tempest as it waits, glowing.” This form really suits you! 😀

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  5. You’ve just made me think how people have always imagined birds passing between worlds, but now their decreasing numbers make them even more ghostly and urgent of prayer. And I can’t stop looking at your seemingly rippling birches; what a perfectly mystical effect!

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  6. I especially like these stanzas:

    “what is left behind
    fills the silence, the silver
    unmooring the ghosts–”
    – and –
    “into the unknown,
    weeping, she follows, verged—her
    eyes are full of birds”

    …the first being like a transition and the second seeming to be such a natural conclusion.

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  7. Kerfe, I believe this is an incantation of protection and dispelling. The silver left behind driving out (unmooring) the (parasitic) phantoms drawn from dark crevices that smolder as they dissipate. She, now freed, has birds in her eyes. I see the birds as angels. (Sorry if this sounds like a madwoman’s interpretation, but it’s what I gather from it.)

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