pulse

[Mithrandir]

a quickened pulse gives no regard
to quiet solice: interred - barred

active, garish, running, rushing
quells the quiet act of hushing

onward pushed, implusive choices
fail to still the harried voices

panic now - the pulse beats faster
Work to see the peace hereafter

now a blur, no time for thought
still the pain of speed not caught

fleeting fancies - pulse indulges
now collapse amidst the buldges

now collapse the shell unable
to attain the great One's table

finally - as drive recedes
hear the wisdom silence breathes.

[Gypsy]

Wow. I'm no great judge of poetry, but I thought that was excellent. You really get the sense of near panic and then a wash of peace at the end.

[true_noir_chloe]

I'm lousy at poetry, but I really enjoyed reading yours. It constantly made me feel as though I was taking a stilted breath, pausing, and then exhaling. BTW did you mean to spell "recedes" and "breathes" the way you did?

[Mithrandir]

lol. About the worst part of my grasp of english involves spelling. All things concidered, two words isn't that bad. I'll go change them.

Thanks!

[Matthew]

Very good indeed! Do you have any other works? I'd like to read them if you do.

[Razgriz]

It's very good indeed.

[Mithrandir]

Thanks!

I have some other stuff I've written. I acutally lost about 5 years worth of poetry when my journal disappeared. The long and short of that is that my site with my poetry/songs has the really old stuff (sucky) and the really new stuff (not as sucky). If you want to read more, head to:
http://www.flactem.com/ and click on 'Ocelot Poetry.' (2nd line down under "Kevin's Links.")

If you see something you think I should post, let me know. I may post it here for comments.