Sunday, 2 October 2011

Seeking Starlight In Your Soul

Well at last I have completed my goal of a 1000 word poem. This was written as I gradually fell asleep as can possibly be guessed. I wonder who will guess where it was that I started to drift off. But still it adds a dreamy quality to the poem (I hope) as opposed to a dreadful words put down done sort of a quality. Either way enjoy!


Seeking Starlight In Your Soul

A thousand words inside my brain
About the stars or sky or rain
I dream of fame I dream of love
Of splendour and the worlds above

So many strands of poetry
Adrift and alone on a wide, wide sea
Ideas soaring through the air
Each beacons of wonder, a talent filled flare

My mind and my imagination
Buzzing with the familiar sensation
Fitting the multitude of words into place
Giving life, giving breath, forming body and face

Of the poem that sprung from a single quotation
The source of my newly born fresh inspiration
“Reach high, for stars are hidden in your soul,
Dream deep for every dream precedes the goal”

I read these words of purple brilliance
A basis for me with my lasting resilience
To move on from a recent fall
And clamber over another wall

A mighty wall that seeks to prevent
The one thing in life that would make me content
To not be forgotten, remembered as one
Who succeeds in his dreams, to shine bright as the sun

To build something lasting, inspire a friend
To leave something behind when I come to the end
To achieve an ambition, accomplish a goal
Uncover the stars that reside in my soul

So I draw words together, and add in a meaning
A dash of emotion and then starts the cleaning.
Polishing the diamonds, pruning a verse
And finding the rhymes which I have to coerce

Pleading they somehow will work in some fashion
Without spoiling the sincerity or dampening the passion
And the rhythms conspire against me to flow
I can practically hear them refusing to go

Where I wish but no matter, for though there’s never perfection
 At least I achieve quite a rhythmic inflection
Emotion to thought, and thought into word
If I stick to this rule, then I shan’t be deterred

And I end up with a poem so pretty and pure
And better, a poem that wasn’t, before
And I reach for the dizzy heights and dream of the goal
And seek out the starlight that shines in my soul

And not only do I make, but enjoy what others made
And build upon their former work, in a gleaming cascade
Of idealness and wonder and laughter and defiance
As I stand on the shoulders of previous giants

And although I know the future, is but an unspoilt past
And though existence is so temporary, yet words are built to last
I seek out the starlight, for mile after mile
So that I may share it and bring about a smile

So I write about a susurrus, and Night’s Plutonian Shore
 A tangled web of gossamer threads, and many many more
I tell the story of the cavernous pit, and the tale of the frying pan girl
And I sing of the sadness on the Elvianic Coast, and of pearl, after pearl after pearl

I relate to the teddy bear massacre, and to a beautiful goddess queen
And Golden Gods and Gentle Assassins, and alpacas that munch on the green
Infernos and tempests and defiers of dusk, of evenings forever disturbed
A thousands tales, a million sights, until the pen is curbed

And so I sail the maelstrom and the storm born silver waves
I trek through fields of clover and pass crumbling mossy graves
I write and dream and love and live, I ache, and quake, and see
I think, and work, and hope, and pray I run, and do, and be

I carry a simple message, though the message is unknown
For only you can understand what only you are shown
For every word that ever was has significance to all
From darkest dismay to rapturous enthral

So I sleep so long and deep
I laugh, I speak, I weep
And strive to reach the goal
And the starlight in my soul

I watch over the plains of endeavour
A land that lasts for ever
With no known boundary
Except that of eternity

And I go on and on and on
Until my inspiration’s gone
In my gentle lulling way
On this fine and halcyon day

For I don’t know when I’ll cease
In this wondrous magic peace
Softly softly sighs the moon
And the lapping of monsoon

Lapping lapping at my door
Seeking silence on the shore
As the restless rabble roam
Yet every road will lead to home

As I submerge into the dark
And the subdued shining spark
In the sleepy soothing dreams
Where nothing’s ever as it seems

“Better by far you should forget and smile,
Than that you should remember and be sad”
 The rustling of pages on a distant isle
The only sound that ever made me glad

And soon the lines that fingers gently type
Emerging from an almost sleeping brain
Shall drift into the comfort of the night
Or washed away by crystal rain

Musing from thought to random thought
As way leads onto way
Voldemort is terrified of cats
As day turns into night and night to day

Disturbing my haze
With a short jab of fear
Strange glowing lights
Can be seen on the pier

Wittering, flittering, slumbering rush
Silver sheen dolphins, silent hush
Quiet jubilance from on high
Frolicking beneath a silver sky

No more innocent
Sleep chocked rambles
Focus,
On the drowsy shambles

Penned whilst drifting far away
In cold cut clear as crystal clay
  And yet this is a brief respite
From the somnolent grasp of night

Soon again I’ll droop and dream
And linger in a land serene
Yet still the gush of words they flow
With no force saying where to go

So spread aimlessly round the page
Bereft of passion, heat or rage
I gradually bring them back to might
And reclaim the eternal height

Of ethereal sunless spires
And the thrum of cedar lyres
Caverns caught in ice and flame
The knowledge of an unutterable name

Splendiferous sentiments
Seemingly whole
The spirit recaptured
Completing my goal

So I stop and look back
At the way that things are
And smile at the soul
Brim with light from a star

5 comments:

  1. .....I can't describe with words the glory of what I just read.

    Octa, you amazing poet you. This is brilliant. This is fantastic. This is every positive adjective that exists. You have once again created a wonderful, magical poem.

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  2. WOW! A 1000 word poem! Congrats my friend! What a poem this is too!*is very impressed*
    Wait! WHAT IS THAT OVER THERE?
    *points franticly away from the poem*
    *while Octa is distracted she begins to count the words to see if there is REALLY a thousand words*


    *keeps on messing up after the vount of 10 and has to start over each time*


    This is absolutly BRILLIANT Octa! I love this poem. It's so beautiful and wonderful! You are so magnificent and your poems always reflect that perfectly!
    To me your gift your talent is just as great as the giants you mentioned. I can see your poems becoming a treasure among others (other then just me)and something beloved.
    Thank you for posting My friend!
    *hugs*

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  3. This is brilliant Octa! Another one to go on the ceiling! :)


    It is truly magnificent. Absolutely astounding.

    I am actually amazed…. Seriously…


    Hey, I also heard that you are going to get some poems made into a book. Is this really true? *excited*
    Octa has made his fantastic debut again!

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  4. That's three on your ceiling and one on Flo's I believe.

    Umm... I don't know where you heard I was going to get some poems made into a book. I'm not.

    What I am doing is having a poem published in a book.

    The Loss of Hiashiness...

    So that's still exciting though!

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