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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.

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© 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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

FUN
POETRY
NIGHT
PAINTING

© 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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

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POETRY
MORNING
EXIST

© 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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

FAV
POETRY
NIGHT
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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

FUN
POETRY
NIGHT
PASSING

© 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. 

a.ragnhildstveit 

FUN
POETRY
NIGHT
LOST LOVE

© 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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

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POETRY
SUNSET
REASON

© MINDS OF MATTER

"Why do you paint", they asked.

"Because in a world of black and grey,

I choose to see the colour."

a.ragnhildstveit 

NEW
POETRY
MORNING
BEAUTY
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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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

FAV
POETRY
NIGHT
TRIPPING

© 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 

MoM
POETRY
MEETING
GPT

© 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".

a.ragnhildstveit 

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POETRY
MEETING
GPT
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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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

NEW
POETRY
NIGHT
REALITY

© 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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

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POETRY
NIGHT
FREE

© 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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

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POETRY
NIGHT
ALONE
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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 

MoM
POETRY
NIGHT
ETERNITY

© 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 

MoM
POETRY
MORNING
LOVE

© 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. 

a.ragnhildstveit 

MoM
POETRY
NIGHT
DREAMS
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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 

MoM
POETRY
SUNSET
MEXICO

© 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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

MoM
POETRY
NIGHT
SILENCE

© 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 

MoM
POETRY
NIGHT
PHYSICS
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© 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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

MoM
POETRY
MORNING
LIVING

© 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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

MoM
POETRY
SUNSET
OCEAN

© 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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

FUN
POETRY
NIGHT
ART
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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 

FAV
POETRY
MORNING
LOVE

© 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.

a.ragnhildstveit 

MoM
POETRY
NIGHT
LOVE

© 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 

MoM
POETRY
NIGHT
DEATH