You definitely succeed in creating that sense of mysticism. Even if the spelling and grammar aren’t perfect you painted a picture and that to me is the mark of a writer! Keep at it!

Thank you, english is not my first language but I try. I went more for a mystical feeling than a traditionnal one.

Great imagery in this piece, I understand the premise of the piece is to be abstract and so some of what I’m reading as misspellings and grammar errors are likely intentional. That said I had a hard time feeling anything too strongly and couldn’t place a theme. Which maybe just what you’re going for, all in all though I’ll remember this one because of how strange (in an enjoyable way) it was. Thank you for sharing!


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In the hearth of the forest, rest a stone.
Big as a lake but thin as a flake.
This yet unseen rock draw silence. 

Between the bone's crest, rest an art.
Gentle as a soul but witty as a fool.
This yet unfelt face speaks in tenses. 

Before the rest, stands a crown.
Shinny as ice but soft as a mice.
This yet unknown power has no balance. 

Within its hands, nest a cone.
Sharp as a mind but heavy as time.
This yet untouch object makes no sense.



https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/wzw8e0/ghost/im6kw06?utm_medium=android_app&amp;utm_source=share&amp;context=3

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/wzwwle/of_pinings_and_musings/im6ljid?utm_medium=android_app&amp;utm_source=share&amp;context=3

Solid abstraction