Poetry, our kind meditation
Poetry, our kind meditation,
holds no promises, but patience –
see how, every school that plies
the ashen page, its name supplies.
And looking in the cup of air
we find delightful words are there.
Whatever hum the street arouses
gifts us thoughts for darker houses.
10/8/06
Labels: neighborhoods, poetics
posted by The Wordman at 10:29 AM
1 Comments:
hello Tom_ I've been 'out of circulation' for a bit and some. Just dropping by to say hello
and to say
I like
"And looking in the cup of air
we find delightful words are ..."
and more
'whatever hum the street arouses
gifts us thoughts for darker houses."
How it reads as balanced
as a classical quatrain.
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