Barry Middleton

The New Mystic - Poem by Barry Middleton

The new mystic may speak of spring,
but is an unfamiliar way.

For spring is nothing more
than a coalescence of fevered stardust.

Without the bygone mystic,
spring is a warm and inarticulate breeze.

With no one to define it,
spring is just the sudden urge of a beast.

Spring is truly a sultry whisper
that only the mystic is roused to hear.

Topic(s) of this poem: mystical philosophy, spring, universe

Comments about The New Mystic by Barry Middleton

  • Dimitrios Galanis (2/2/2016 10:53:00 AM)

    You are a real poet dear Barry.I have to study your poems. (Report) Reply

    Barry Middleton (2/2/2016 11:04:00 AM)

    I try. I still become very frustrated that I often cannot make the poem be as I would want it to be. This particular one is close to what I wanted to say.

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/29/2016 9:26:00 AM)

    Roused to hear! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2016

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