OF THE LOST WORD

Silent wind carried away the lost word
Not written ever since it was uttered
Ricochet reflected in conception

The word took form in myriad realities
Expressing an endless order within
Of an unending cycles of reunion

This obscure word, not heard by man ever
Remains a puzzle in a ceaseless search
Set to undo that which had been designed

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: NGA

Favorite Poets: Inspired by an article in an old manuscript , It reads:, AXIOMS OF PERFECTION, In the physical order – In the realization of the dream of beauty, In the moral order – In the realization of the dream of love, In the intellectual order – In the realization of dream of poetry, In the spiritual order – In the realization of the dream of the mystics

Comments

Ian.T

12 years 6 months ago

Iboro

This I think is one of your best pieces, a cry for such a word to be used and concealed nevertheless in your short poem.
We need more of this type of feelings to come out in your words..
The historical ones can be put into a separate book, as I have said before,
Yours Ian.T