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Click hereThe craft of poetry is itinerant as its design
(were it the silence of a poet on the triclinium)
To the wandering love, the sound of piano, metronome
better it were if he consumed the fire, eternal, adagio
But there are bullets, scenes, signs!
to kill and to die without verse
He knows to write is to wrap his soul
in a body of explosives, Al Qaeda-style
It is to play with fate in a passionate coil
as if it were a minor god, woven in silk.
The poet travels, not always linear, but in spaces at times confined, and sometimes beyond confinement. You are the poet beyond even your words, yet controlling them perfectly from a depth of purpose, precision and passion.
Music: the eternal, dancing on a page in rhythm, in beat, washing and expressing, taking the time, formless, expressing beyond what the linear'ity' of time is and yet -
to pull youself apart quickly, lay bare the shadows within, weaving it to the/ your soul - NEVER MINOR.
Beautiful - intelligent - passionate - intense - the meaning of not simply poetry, but of all writing with a poetic voice - intense - dichotimic between the words, the being and the edit.
Perfect.
T.O. LOL - you get it.
dangerous, explosive and that much more. Very good.
jim : )
good ole Senna IS still around! ;)
I, for one, am so utterly happy that you submitted this one.
*HUGS*
- Mindy
You need to post more poetry. :)
By the way, thank you for doing something original with "soul".
He knows to write is to wrap his soul
in a body of explosives, Al Qaeda-style
I read it, twisted my head and read it again, then gave ya a grin. (~_*)