Vanishing Point
July 14, 2010 by hames1977
Lines converge
into the center of our visions,
unhindered by picket fences.
Shuffling images on a collage-
brick walls in grafitti,
kites, flags and confetti.
The gaping surrealism
in cloudless sky of reverie. Fleeting
in the tail-end of comets.
Color trapped in spectrum
of rainbows and sandstorms
obscuring the bluest of hemispheres.
“The world was linear,
we exist in parallelisms.”
This is our perspective.
Have we understood
the secrets of the horizon?
Our dreams fading without trace.
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Hames,
I really love your stuff. I would say out of all the new poetry I have been reading your stuff stands out. Bravo! I also want to know if you would do me the honor of reading my book, which was published in December 09. A review by you would mean a lot to me. If you are interested please e-mail me at
tlundmark@missionsinc.org
I hope to hear from you.
dear tim,
first of all, thank you for being the first to comment in here. i appreciate your support for my blogpage. i would be grateful to read your book. but i doubt if i am credible and capable enough reviewing your book. i am but a quiet and simple writer of poems. it would be better that a published writer make a review of your book.
i am interested to read your book. just send me a link where i can read them online.
kind regards.
Another thoughtful poem from you Marvin! This is like shaking up one of those glass snow domes, and just when you think everything is settled – everything is in the air again:)
I love the fleeting tails of the comets, the spectrums, the sandstorms. Do things stay the same or is it the way we look at them that changes?
The sad ‘fading dreams’ as the sun sets over them is like the credits which comes after the film – a fitting end to a great poem!
I love the state of flux which flows through this poem also.
And I also agree with a lot with Tim Lunmark regarding your poetry!
dear lynda,
this poem is like a deep river when you look at the surface which seems quiet and placid but at the bottom lies the strong irreversible current. nothing stay the same. nothing seems what they are and there are details in things hidden from our vision. and as we get older, our way of perceiving things changes with time.
the dreams that never were is just so painful when you had little time in the world to fulfill it at the end of our lives. much, much painful when tragedy takes a swipe and snatch that promise from our hands.
thank you very much lynda for reading and appreciating my kind of poetry. may you continue writing good posts about art. have a blessed weekend ahead.
I read this earlier today, Marvin. I couldn’t comment and I don’t do it justice by commenting, now. This is beautiful. I respect your success at pairing a vanishing point and a horizon with life. I will not forget this one……Do you know how really good this one is?
dear leslie,
you know very well the metaphor i am trying to convey here, since you are an artist yourself. i put in this poem the fundamental elements and tools for drawing good landscape scenes. i try to think of life that way, the horizon, the perspective and the vanishing points.
i still believe that no matter what, the ugliness and the beauty of life converges into a whole- individually defining who we are and what we are. there is no such thing as a wasted life. nobody’s perfect. it is by accepting that there are some things in life that would not work out the way we planned it. and it will always be the faith in a mightier force-the one who have all the keys to all these life’s questions and secrets.
i thank you leslie for sharing your companionship and friendship by reading my poetry. i thank you for the kind praises you have for this poem. may you have the best of days ahead.
Very interesting perspective. I love the second stanza the most:
‘Shuffling images on a collage-
brick walls in grafitti,
kites, flags and confetti.’
the movement and colour of life! Well done.
dear gabrielle,
i am absolutely moved by your kind words for this poem. thank you so much. indeed, it is a very interesting perspective, in an observer’s point of view.
the omnipresent being whose vantage spans a distance. the collage of movement and colour was expressly written to highlight the surreality of things. man has the ability to divert his attention and rationalize why things happen the way they happen in the middle of surmounting life’s challenges. man has the ability to survive the hardest of crises. there is still hope.
my sweet regards to you and michael.
Beautiful poem Marvin, such lovely imagery.
I especially loved the lines:
“The world was linear,
we exist in parallelisms.”
I also noticed you changed your header image, this one is beautiful.
dear deadpoet,
what a lovely way to express your appreciation on this poem. my heartfelt thanks to you. it is like a spring shower into my being. those lines you like were written in the original draft as the first lines but decided to put them as a climax to the poem. it is my commentary on man’s fading enthusiasm for creative pursuits. the world is being dictated to patronize the sameness of things, the parallelisms, a never ending want to belong and to be accepted by the society in general.
the header is plain and simple deconstruction of icebergs and the orange tinge background of the sky forebodes the inevitable cycle or phase of decay that earth is experiencing nowadays. and the rainbow is the last grip of hope, that it is not too late to save the planet.
keep doing good.
Tender, touching and vaguely haunting to those who have done some inner work on themselves (i.e. therapy)
Thanks for your odd comments on my blog. I’m afraid I’ve been caught up in real life…but will make an effort to follow your blog my frequently 😉
P.S. – On reading your poem I get the feeling you need to read more poets, in order to produce a greater amount of original phrases.
P.P.S – Also read Stephen King’s – On writing, it’s a bloody marvelous book for any writer to read!
hi philosopher poet,
thanks for your comment. i appreciate it so much. your blog is so informative, so once in a while i visit your blogpage to read and to learn.
i accept the fact that i am still progressing and continuing my quest to refine my poetry and strive to be clearer in conveying my thoughts. don’t worry, i am doing my homework to sharpen my poetic skills. thank you very much for your wonderful advice. i take them both constructively and positively.
i am actually searching the book of stephen king’s on writing in the bookstores here in qatar. but i still can’t find it. i will try to check in dubai if they have, once i got the chance to go there.
may you have all the reasons to be happy. have a wonderful weekend.
*more frequently
hi,
thanks for the typo check. noted.
Beautiful explanation Marvin, you put much insight into the meaning, and it is even more beautiful than I had anticipated. Yes, you are indeed right, creativity has become rare in this world we live in, and often I start thinking that it may someday fade completely. I dread the thought. I wish people understood the need for originality and creativity rather than just trying to appeal to the masses. Real art will be appreciated forever, whereas this common so-called creativity people worship today, is short-lived and will fade into nothingness someday.
Very insightful, and beautiful.
Your header also has so much profound meaning, thank you for sharing it! It is even more beautiful after knowing the reasons behind it.
dear deadpoet,
the explanation gives me the chance to communicate well my thoughts and reveal the reasons why i am writing the poem. it gives me the proper channel to flesh out the essence of the poem direct from the poet, to clarify the motive, the intent and the moving force behind the verses.
poetry is effective when it contributes to better thinking and understanding life in general. poetry makes people think and inspire them to action and do good things that uplift human condition.
once again thank you for giving me the chance to express myself and your friendship encourages me to write on.
may you had all the reasons to be always happy.