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“The Purest Spiritual Weather”

In Poetry Issue Nine by Nikolaus Euwer

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The milk

moment, the

churning need-

bubble echoes

empty into

“them.”


The words that circle,

your bird’s eye

view is

weak and

needing.


Only what you catch

will live another

day;

so it’s

spoken.


The words you hear

are reminders, a memory

stream bright and

beaming.


What you say to

yourself,

how you picture

what is

thought and felt;


all the word

storms that plague and

infect your life,

all the word waves

that wash over and

renew.


You never know what

they think,

you wish you

could.


Their smiles and lips

move so gracefully

sometimes,

they seem like

they

live in a

better

world.


If only you could

package yourself

up,

give yourself to them

with ribbons bright and

flowing.


If only adoration came

as

easy as

needing; if only

your life was always

worth

cherishing, keeping

and renewing.


The words that circle,

your bird’s eye

view is

weak and

needing.


Only what you catch

will live another

day;

so it’s

spoken.


I sit on top of

words that fall,

they echo into the

chasm of empty space

where my feelings

float and

swim.


Do I possess enough

meaning

and care

for my feelings to

float and fly?


If only that question could

always be answered with

“yes.”


Speak to me,

language!

Hear me,

language!


Mystery is

beautiful,

but how beautiful

are love and

affection?


How many are plagued

with shame and

doubt?


If only they

could bathe

in inner worlds of

kind and

gentle

words.


How to purify a

world’s

thought-

conversation?


How to purify how

we “quantify,”

“qualify,”

“reduce,”

“define”

ourselves?


Perhaps in a pure

sunlight,

in a pure

wind,

held by the pure

whisper

of life,

could such a thing

take place.


Where is the purest

thought-stream?


Who possesses

the gentlest, kindest

words?


Where to walk

for the winds of

better spiritual weather?

About the Author

Nikolaus Euwer

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Nikolaus Euwer is a nursing student and avid gardener. He enjoys writing poetry when he finds inspiration.