there is movement
about

whirring sediments
swirling thoughts

energy is building
transferring
stirring

mind
births
consciousness

the arid air
sizzles
a dragon's breath

truth is fire
my heart aflame

I hear whispering winds
a harp's sigh

and in the chords of Coleridge
I writhe

05/09/2011

Author's Note: ...came this morning, no warning. Once revised. ---- FYI - reference to Coleridge involves his poem: "The Eolian Harp," namely the 2nd stanza -


And that simplest Lute,
Placed length-ways in the clasping casement, hark!
How by the desultory breeze caress'd,
Like some coy maid half yielding to her lover,
It pours such sweet upbraiding, as must needs
Tempt to repeat the wrong! And now, its strings
Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes
Over delicious surges sink and rise,
Such a soft floating witchery of sound
As twilight Elfins make, when they at eve
Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land,
Where Melodies round honey-dripping flowers,
Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise,
Nor pause, nor perch, hovering on untam'd wing!
O! the one Life within us and abroad,
Which meets all motion and becomes its soul,
A light in sound, a sound-like power in light,
Rhythm in all thought, and joyance every where—
Methinks, it should have been impossible
Not to love all things in a world so fill'd;
Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air
Is Music slumbering on her instrument.


http://www.online-literature.com/coleridge/636/

And with commentary on that harp: http://www.ronaldecker.com/harp.htm

Posted on 05/09/2011
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