Suddenly Looking Up From a Penguin Paperback
it strikes you
after suddenly looking up
from a Penguin Paperback
we only know we know nothing
about living in tiny rooms writing
playing precarious language games
games almost synonymous with the
highest degree of human wisdom
free of dogma
it takes you
after suddenly looking up
from a Penguin Paperback
that the greyness of morning light
is unsympathetic with grammar
divides time to object the vernacular
of a literary evolution somersaulting
through solitude’s friendly presence
minus discourse
it amazes you
after suddenly looking up
from a Penguin Paperback
things meant to be original are deliberate
& bright terms bare background exposition
& figures of speech re-count the plot
& meditate on reedy films of introspection
we remember we only know nothing
after suddenly looking up
from a Penguin Paperback
miraculously we return
to our wits
& re-adjust to the colours of the outside
world
**
Took a little bit of time out of my down-time today to finish this poem. My lunch got cold while I tweaked and wriggled words around. It was up-lifting, to write a little, to think creatively, once my numbers game had been completed. The creativity and the sun are my blessings for my Thursday. I hope there are blessings in your day too. Blessings that make you breathe easy and makes your heart content.
In propinquity,
Nic
"things meant to be original are deliberate" - my favourite line! That, and I love Penguin paperbacks as a rule, lol.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful elephant, Bean. Magical, in fact, the way the words weave a perfect nod to the mental exercise that happens in a writer's mind while we're creating. The last line, too, is perfect in both its placement and its sentiment, Isn't it wonderful, to put aside the numbers and play with language? Especially when you emerge with an ode like this.
I don't know if it's because I'm taking a multivitamin or if it was the sunshine but something sprung up in me and it felt SO good to get this one down. I enjoyed the 'trip' while writing it. I experience much of the same when reading and writing so it was neat. And, not that I need to tell you so, but words rule. Numbers are poop.
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