White flowers
In the truest of moments,
the colors of the world drain away and leave the flowers pure and white—
they leave the truth behind.
And when this happens, your heart swells, your eyes sting as they open wide,
As they watch the truth.
As clear and stark it is to your eyes,
It sounds in your ears.
Music streams even, symmetrical, smooth.
A song as clear as the morning— white and fresh light seeping through windows.
—
And you experience as one voice becomes a hundred, then a thousand, then the ground under you thunders—
A million voices sing a song of hearty fullness. Of meaning.
This seems to me to be a poem about a spiritual event in nature. White flowers are symbolic of some kind of undefined deeper truth the life and existence. Music also seems to be used as a metaphor, though it's not as clear what of. The final lines describe the song broadening into a chorus of meaningful and "full" voices. It's clearly a positive experience, but words like "truth" can mean so many things that I am left in puzzlement about what exactly happened, or if there were ever real flowers involved, etc. Your language is fresh, and the poem is engaging, but I feel little left behind by it.
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