The Great Metatron

 

Blessed be 

Velumbound

Did no one tell you that true Magic exists

Just hidden somewhere deep

In most societies

Sought after by convicts

Of the mundane

Profane addicts, who cry out in the mists

Whenever they're asleep

In pain

Some crying out for redemption or anything 

Linked to temptation

But still, it subsists 

In so many obscure places

And upon so many altars

Does it reside

For when it comes out to tempt 

The eyes of the juggernaut

Known as The Great Metatron

To look

One of the most powerful archangels

And interdimensional scribes

To the Book of Life

It causes so many other emotions

To like atoms collide

In the deep-minds

Behind inquisitive eyes and faces

From all gender and races

As imagery

Emotions and engagement 

Runs wide

For the Philosophers Stone

The Great Secret

Is simply this

There's an old piece of magic in us

All

But sometimes

It only chooses to come out 

In those it made to speak

After a mighty fall

When they were weak

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

Writing tip 101

For a dash of exquisite fun

Try to have such a mesmerising style of creativity

When stimulating, visual imagery.

Through your soliloquy

So all those within your prose's proximity:

Can enjoy its delicious delivery

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

Separation

 

Soulmates

 

Whispers

 

Are you ready

 

Visions

 

Is this a curse of living

 

The Transmissions

 New novel in development. 

Now, where can I conjure 35,000 words from? 

The Repetition of Time

 

A poem offering a gentle, reassuring hand to anyone experiencing sudden loss. 

Shifting the focus from the permanence of death to the permanence of love. 

Suggesting that memory is a timeless dimension where we can always reunite with those we have lost.

(A lone voice whispers) 

Blessed be

Velumbound

Let's explore the Repetition of Time

For loss covers many different paradigms.

From relationships, family, and friends.

But one pivotal thought sometimes gets forgotten in grief. 

When someone suddenly has died.

The love you both once shared will live forever.

Just hidden in a Repetition of Time.

As you suddenly remember this 17-syllable drop of bliss.

In five, seven, five.

As those old memories fire and come alive.

To just miss someone. 

 (5)

Is to have been truly loved. 

(7) 

Treasure those moments. 

(5) 

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy