By PoeticMeditation

From dark chaos and deep turmoil,
Word by word spoken into being,
Fertile seeds planted in rich soil,
Bursting into sun-lit meaning.

Carved out from the dark, hidden depths,
Incarnate words – living flesh,
Each one imbued with living breath,
Sweet sounds the ear gently caress.

Dawn’s first beams breaking o’er the night
Reveal what in the dark had formed.
Harmonious in sound and sight,
All creation – the perfect poem.


About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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