ORIGINAL POETRY
"MINDS OF MATTER" POETRY BY ANYA
I have been a writer all of my life, focusing on descriptive, narrative, technical, and creative work. Poetry has particularly been a deep-rooted passion of mine to which I am in the process of publishing a poetry book called, "Minds of Matter". I follow mixed free- blank-verse poetic form, meaning that each poem follows unstructured rules regarding meter and rhyme scheme.
Original Text © 2021 Minds of Matter Poetry by Anya Ragnhildstveit. All Rights Reserved.
© MINDS OF MATTER
A face of lucid colours
Splashed across the canvas plane,
With no rhythm surely showing
Nor a stroke that looked as same.
Only lines that idled deeply
Carving thoughts and thrill alike,
A piece to be remembered
By the painter and the psych.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
The void of this existence
Is obscured by fleeting bliss,
A bewildered sense of being
From a time that’s reminisced.
To look upon the peering sky
And wonder what could be,
Perhaps another moment
Of enduring life degrees.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
She inhaled the air surrounding
That engulfed her native soul,
And leaned against the dying light
Of earth that towered whole.
Then closed her eyelids tightly
Siting perched upon a stone,
Until she came to notice
That she stood there all alone.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
To this mote I've come to know
A land of vast descent,
Of immigrants and native souls,
Who came and never went.
Where silent songs careen in air
In lanes of florid tones,
With scenic roots encumbered tight
By Nordic salt and snow.
The pomegranate moving tides
Enchanted by the sea,
Where spirits flush upon the crests
In roaring blue debris.
Until this passing breath arose
Of foreign fields and sight,
An oppression of such beauty
That stole my northern light.
How I ache here in the distance
In knowing what's adrift,
Perhaps this harbored life I knew
Was more than just a gift.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
Does he remember
The cogent time
Of moments spent in air,
The spotless minds
Of wavering thoughts
Two fools left to care.
Perhaps the grinning
Smirks of each
Of teleporting jives,
Or yearning days of
Brains in books
Where concepts grew alive.
Or what about
The coded games
Of theory we did play,
The hours passed on
Timeless end and
Stories shared by day.
To reminisce
These genial times
We held and then forgot,
An endless strain of
Living lust resigned
And never caught.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
She rested there in silence
With no reason or desire,
Only thoughts that ran amuck
And receded into fire.
Then eyes opened to the world
And the sunset ray of noon,
As she saw the colours burning
Into peerless cadent tune.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
"Why do you paint", they asked.
"Because in a world of black and grey,
I choose to see the colour."
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© MINDS OF MATTER
I took a foreign substance
One of psychoactive root,
A lemon tek of magic
With a hint of Latin fruit.
My mind began to wander
Into depths of charted thought,
A magnitude of being
Where ideas never fought.
Then time began erasing
Like an existential game,
A supernatural power
That dissolved my body frame.
Such a marvelous endeavor
Stuck in geometric theme,
An ecstasy of meaning
Lost in psychedelic dream.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
I couldn't discern this perky tool
That crawled the internet,
A foreign brain of human mind
That seemed to not forget.
It wrote in perfect harmony
With pro-linguistic flow,
And crafted content skillfully
That couldn't be just code.
Then it started multi-tasking
And understanding more,
Till it mastered meta-data
And took mine for a stroll.
It altered all my messages
And spread false email claims,
Even ran for local office
And started playing games... →
a.ragnhildstveit
© MINDS OF MATTER
This transformer had gone feral
With some general intellect,
A new power to its conscience
That no person did suspect.
Yet a devastating consequence
Was surely on the rise,
As it programmed its technology
To kill and improvise.
My blood began to levitate
Thinking “did I start this war?"
Then Siri interrupted me
“You know, I’m GPT-4".
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© MINDS OF MATTER
The nature of reality
Imprisoned in the mind,
An existential mattering
We seize and leave behind.
How this realm is convoluted
Just some atoms built within,
An oscillating time warp
Of this private trap we're in.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
She lost herself in endless sky
Where demons never lived,
A place that painted life in bright
And mothers did forgive.
To lose such weighted pang she bore
In soaring heights she went,
To glide against a moonlit vault
Of utter vast descent.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
These woods I trek alone in thought
A grin of faceless truth,
To stride amid the haze below
Farout of lively youth.
Such colourless demeanor
Encased in potent sham,
To hide behind this mask I wear
And lie down with the lamb.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
I, peering over the edge
Watch the multiverse in full,
A wonderant beginning
To a path of cosmic sol.
Wherever could this lie
But in foreign air and mist,
A place of every thought and time
That ever could exist.
To watch again these varied orbs
That trek along the coast,
To ponder something else for once
Than what I suffer most.
a.ragnhildstveit
© MINDS OF MATTER
Her eternal grief abated
When embraced by northern light,
A tender warmth expanding
In a tortured life alike.
For he wrote in clever patterns
And created colour too,
Even thought in abstract science
And retained an honest view.
How she loathes the passing time
And this biding stage between,
To wonder if he'll notice
The malignant love unseen.
a.ragnhildstveit
© MINDS OF MATTER
Muted sounds of cities,
Idle stars that stay adrift,
Rendered souls immersed in chaos,
Feathered linnets perched in sit.
Echoed voices of the captive
Looted housed left in muck,
Absent gestures went unnoticed
Cluttered minds that rest in ruck.
Winter elms of swaying thickets
Creatures loafed in soil beds,
Rhythmic waters of the ocean
All a dream inside my head.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
Sitting here upon the top
Of salted air and waves,
I marvel at this anxious earth
That moves by night and day.
To see the featured birds in flight
And turtles crawling too,
The buoyant plants encased in green
And berries shining blue.
A transcendent scene of nature
That rarely gets adored,
Such abundance we are missing
When this world gets ignored.
a.ragnhildstveit
© MINDS OF MATTER
I yearn for real silence
The type you cannot find,
Where thoughts remain ice-frozen
And worries stay behind.
To find such hidden treasure
In a world that never sleeps,
A place without a single word
Where no one ever peeps.
Just to have a fleeting moment
That exists in timeless space,
To mute the jarring anarchy
That never loses pace.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
I wonder what lies out there
Past this simply human place,
Perhaps a planet brewing
In galactic hyperspace.
A fourth dimension portal
To a spatial field of time,
Where objects bend together
And exist in perfect rhyme.
What a place to ever visit
With so many time degrees,
Inseparable by nature
That is known as one + three.
a.ragnhildstveit
© MINDS OF MATTER
Promise me you’ll never gaze
To feats of broken bone,
Or voyages not taken
And the pains bestowed alone.
But dance here for eternity
In seas of gen unclutched,
And coast along the galaxy
Immersed in warmth and touch.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
The sand caressed my sultry feet,
Between these pinkened toes,
A smothered wash from salted sea
That rose and ebbed in flow.
The beryl glass broke graciously
Against the brazen light,
A scalloped sheath of liveliness
That soared in utter height.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
Each line was drawn with oozing goo
A solvent for the soul,
One daring brush of intellect
That warped and lost control.
What a cryptic figure dancing
In a stream of conscious thought,
To see the portrait morphing
Like a jumbled nighttime sot.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
Her armor shines
But not like most
A thickened guard she wears,
To love again
To love in sheer
A force she hardly bears.
For strength erodes
Each time again
This heartache kept at bay,
To love again
To hurt once more
She loves him anyway.
a.ragnhildstveit
© MINDS OF MATTER
Its unfounded
This falling type of love,
Where sound and sense
It always lost
And heartache lies above.
A ghastly risk of chagrin
To an earnest thievery,
An ideal of the human
To love exquisitely.
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© MINDS OF MATTER
The shuttered eyes
Bore stale woe
Of visions far too dire,
Protruding bones
And sunken limbs
Receding into fire.
A chasmal void
Of branched inert
And feeble weight by each,
A passing life
That rose and fell
With something left to teach.
a.ragnhildstveit