A little late, spending a little time on the "other" arts (painting, digital
images)
Snap Out of It
We compare verse by hundreds
(to the ninth degree) never taking time
to read every possible line
We search, seek and need a civil,
uncomplicated form but we have lost
our journal and scribble abortions
(scratch off tickets of poems)
We slip in new collections - definitions
and recognitions are missing in action,
thought and deed
We sieve through seeds of conversation
(stuttering, awkwardly - this body language)
Our minds are preoccupied with insults,
insinuations and implications
We invent failure and claim defeat
Minutes, seconds and hours
this night of celestial notes;
Stars, moon, terrestrial plains,
do we ever snap out of it?
What about instantaneous poems - stanzas
that attribute prostrate, and emphasize
the way we spend time, as if it were not free?
(even poems don’t grow on trees)
Deborah Russell © 2005
Fort Collins, Co - 9:42 am – October 06, 05
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