Words, phrases, metaphors
The line that sinuously works
Its way across and down
Halting, exploding
Enjambed and fractile:
These are burnished with a seismic truth.
This pulse has fashioned my life
The mosaic drift
Calibrated
Across the need to live
Beyond the need to write
To craft, to build
To meld the pieces of delight:
Burnished with remembrance and forgiveness.
Each word weighted
Sounded, tonally vital
Then coloured
Placed and replaced
Faceted by rhythm and time:
Burnished with resilience and regret.
You, poesie, have kept your mystery
Your alchemy
The breathless engorgement of aberrant structure
In the whispered geist
That haunts the white page
And craves invocation
Burnished on high:
“Du heilige kunst!”
I made a vow
A lifetime ago
A young boy
The acolyte unknowing
Pledged to thee
And thou to me
Forever entwined:
“da steht der Bub’ und da steh’ ich”
Thus, poesie and practice
Have threaded deftly in vocation
Alive to that inner voice
That paper and pencil reveal
Alive to the throbbing menace
The fleeting power that binds the senses
Alive and renewing:
“In gottes namen”.
May 2023
The line that sinuously works
Its way across and down
Halting, exploding
Enjambed and fractile:
These are burnished with a seismic truth.
This pulse has fashioned my life
The mosaic drift
Calibrated
Across the need to live
Beyond the need to write
To craft, to build
To meld the pieces of delight:
Burnished with remembrance and forgiveness.
Each word weighted
Sounded, tonally vital
Then coloured
Placed and replaced
Faceted by rhythm and time:
Burnished with resilience and regret.
You, poesie, have kept your mystery
Your alchemy
The breathless engorgement of aberrant structure
In the whispered geist
That haunts the white page
And craves invocation
Burnished on high:
“Du heilige kunst!”
I made a vow
A lifetime ago
A young boy
The acolyte unknowing
Pledged to thee
And thou to me
Forever entwined:
“da steht der Bub’ und da steh’ ich”
Thus, poesie and practice
Have threaded deftly in vocation
Alive to that inner voice
That paper and pencil reveal
Alive to the throbbing menace
The fleeting power that binds the senses
Alive and renewing:
“In gottes namen”.
May 2023