Thursday, November 8, 2018

Imagine a Poem



Imagine a Poem

            imagine a poem
that begins w/ assurance
w/ an openhearted curiosity
for the unsuspected gifts on
the other side of surrender
            imagine a poem
that begins louder than the
opening notes of Beethoven’s
Fifth Symphony & lasts as
long as a trove of old letters
written from past wars
            imagine a poem
that reveals the plight of an
artist in Paris committing
bold feverish brushstrokes
to unadorned canvas to craft
windswept wheat fields &
lush orchard scenes
            imagine a poem
that ends w/ the image of a
red-haired woman walking
through a park in the fall
the breeze blowing red &
yellow & orange leaves all
around her
            imagine a poem
that instills the kind of calm
of a simple window through
which to enjoy the vivid skies
of the day’s end

***

I can tell you with great certainty that writing this poem instilled the very same kind of calm to my often anxious bones and muscles and fibers.

Written for nothing other than the beauty of it.

In propinquity,
Nic


1 comment:

  1. Art for art's sake, eh? It's beautiful, Nic, truly. I love that we create for nothing more than the pleasure of playing with words, with images, with sound. How vital it is to our essence, to our survival.

    To our souls. Thank you <3

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