New Horizons
Black angels read
between the lines
knowing there are gaps
that must be filled
and the poems wait
to be returned or forwarded
- containers of experience
with dubious destinations.
The weight of books
is confined to space
- reflections in a broken mirror
in a Hall of Mirrors.
So, what is art if it's not a light
with sound and fury?
Brushed aluminium behind Plexiglas?
A momentary lapse of willpower?
Broken pots and discordant notes
give meaning to a place
like debris heaped in a corner
or a map of Africa.
The owner dreams
of the black ship's fallen sails
- rubs an eye on waking
and is for the time horizonless.
The poet never sleeps
though his days are filled with endless nights
- the result may be the masterpiece.
Never let the moment pass.
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gw2010
Never let the moment pass is my motto Poet - so important.
ReplyDeleteSeize the vision, and keep the man from Porlock's far hence.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGood motto Weaver - Euterpe is a butterfly. You see her and then she's gone.
ReplyDeleteSparker, mine's an impostor; a person from Padstow. It's on the same path!
Many thanks AM.