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Becoming Serendipity ~ One veil falls

iv.

within genesis,
a silent monk chanted
at a perpetual window,
thin cracks of canticle’s
completed my insanity,
at astonishing heights
invisible feet walked on air,
free of psychosis
the water rippled as I slipped,
silently screaming
into this dazzling stream
called life …

v.

clarity is and was
no cushion to float on,
its feathers,
still protrude from the
corner of my swag,
and my feet
are pierced to arch
with the stigma …

vi.

my head toppled into hands
brimming with dark iridescent clouds,
whose black pillows of depression
strain at the seams, pinpricks of light
rip the fabric in the lye of madness,
paranoia had concealed hope.
by its very deception
it had become,
my compass point and light
on the longest road …

vii.

hands that were absent of movement
found perpetual motion,
and they grew callous
crawling a mere breath
from the hard road of life

beauty had become stranger
and in Orion’s belt
a pelt was hung
and forgotten
as the dead flee,
serendipity was distracted
by the sparkle
in my broken wings,
submersed in delusions
and still alive with imagination

she forever soothes me
in the shadows
I hide between,
a blue ocean
and a tea green sea
distantly I hear
and know ….

Tu-whit!- Tu-whoo!

viii.

varied are the shades of illusion
in which I bathe …

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A disrobing of the soul, was this a truth or dare, have the way points been given to you, or have you made them up.
There seems to be so much of what is being disclosed missing, the feeling masked as if you fear the unravelled being.
There is no reason to fear showing so much, but when you give to others what some of them want to see, then they move away smiling saying "I knew it".
I see a touch of you in there:-

serendipity was distracted
by the sparkle

and still alive with imagination.

As you can see I took another veil away, lol.
I loved the write, but didn't recognise the one under the veils, where is the beauty of love, and forgiveness, the tolerance and the insecurities that are hidden so well, maybe someone else walked by your window ???
Yours as always Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

for the last fifteen years I have battled schizophrenia I am lucky in that since they got me on the right meds I have fewer and fewer episodes .... becoming serendipity and Becoming Serendipity ~ one veil falls are both part of a huge poem I am working on ... I will definately be posting more in the series ... I find it hard to write the true reality I wrote this one just after an episode

its a battle I will fight forever .... being healthy in mind is really important though I have to say when ive been in a manic state I seem to go to another level ... sometimes I want to go off my meds to get to that place ... its tempting but I have been good and resisted ...

much love Jc xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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I am so glad that I don't comment on forms of poetry that our poets put out on stream, I just talk about the theme usually.
We have been walking this pathway for a few years now, we move apart then back again as all people do.
I hear so many things that I shouldn't talk of and my Lovely friend Sadie and her group keep me informed as to what is happening if I ask.
The world is a hard place to walk with ones friends such as you, the distance is not good, and in our physical beings we cannot react fast enough, that is why I ask Sadie and her group to send someone to watch over you, they cry with you they laugh with you but always know that they are there just for you,
To0day I have read of Lonnie and his Time Warp and now this I had missed for some reason, it is an evening for tears for my friends and a walk on that lawn again, Yours Ian & Anne with our friends. xxxx

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

You took me under your wing right from the beginning always encouraging always there with a gentle word and your undefeatable spirit ... I may not see you for a while but when I look you are always there waiting for the circle of life that brings us wayward poets home ...

I have suffered a couple of losses recently two funerals in the last few weeks brings me back to earth with a thud those little things that bother one so much dont seem so bad after all .... everyday above ground is a good day, Ive recently had some tests to see how I am doing so far so good, I have been busy with studying and keeping busy ....

nights like tonight I can imagine running my toes through the green of your grass and leaving my sign behind ... Someones been watching over me we just missed being in a bad accident last week on the way home from the funeral it was a near miss I still feel sick when I think of it

I will have to find Lonnies time warp its been a good while since I've read Lonnie and Chrys

thanks for reading this one I am going to go through all my recent posts and edit from a few suggestions that people have made Ive just not had the time

always love and hugs xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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Beautiful and lucid as you say it followed in the wake of an episode. I love how you refer to yourself once as a separate entity and then to serendipity (your poets name?). This one for me is about overcoming the suffering of your illness I think. Something I know about a little about myself, I'm on the meds too. I'll retrn to your poems. But just to say I enjoyed this one for its honesty and beauty. If you want a more involved crit you'll have to ask someone else.

John

I have at some times been me and the other me(I like to call it) ... my illness takes me places I could only dream of. its like seeing the world with a rosy glow that slowly melts away as the meds take hold. You will understand the seduction of going off the meds I have at times even surprised myself with what I come up with when I am not medicated ...

thanks for the kind words its nice to know you got something out of my poem I'm sure there are those that dont see where I was coming from

love n hugs JC

Btw my old name on the site was Seren I always wanted Serendipity so when the site crashed and I came back I applied for my present tag

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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