A Poet's World

Taciturn oracle without a shrine Anywhere, for there is none That confides more than a simple pen Conferring with myself (The wiser, noble me) , Considering the problem Of some salient delinquency... 'Go ahead', urges the word Recognize it for some meaning Brought about by this experience Then, when you have separated the telling detail Out of the remotest complexity Gradually, you will efface with significance The torrent of ridiculousness... I need only one to begin Unraveling, a loosened thread Stretching out points before my eyes Like stars, so many that I gasp a wish Upon but a few passing by... These are the dots that connected create The contour of some primitive shape... Tracings by word-dots magnified Less sleek than the pictures therein described Pattern without tangibility of form Gracefully, the spectra materializes more... COPY WRITE©2009