The Poetry of R.E. Slater: Oct 22, 2015

"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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Thursday, October 22, 2015

R.E. Slater - A Soulful Solaris

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A Soulful Solaris

by R.E. Slater

Unbeing's ensnaring folds slip silently by

spanning vast churning emptied voids

filling tymphonous timelike strands

like so many aethereal filaments haunting
endless infinity's dread immortal hands
hollowed of praise but not of glory.

Heedless we rise to time's weary laments

unconsciously awakening body with soul

feeding frail spirits' spiritual hungers
too easily sated ruined pains and cheap wines

eucharist to gallowed death's spinning wheels

connecting nothingness to present hopelessness.

Refusing release to neverland's turbulent colors

painted on canvases rupturing prismatic dreams
swirling warily around aethers bursting with life

lived eons ago devoid burdensome burdens
affixed solaris' gentle rhythms wooing home

before toxic trances formed our hypnotic selves.

A solaris promising deep glorious peace

against chafing ills presently bourne

become nether haven to worn spirits within

seeking soul's rest nigh long journey's trek

emptied of life but not of its stubborn will

nor of hope nor fairest love's bursting songs
sirens to life everlasting without start or end.

- R.E. Slater

October 22, 2015; rev. October 26, 2015

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