"A light catches somewhere, finds human spirit to burn on...it dwells: slowly the light, its veracity unshaken, dies but moves to find a place to break out elsewhere; this light, tendance, neglect is human concern working with what is." - A. R. Ammons
Monday, December 3, 2012
Regal
eyes shut arms extended
flowing energy of times past
amulet floating
still
memories flashing by entrancing
ancient people of times lost
silence
the beauty of wood
pressed against my hand
warm spirits fill my mind
amulet of a king
I really like the visual structure of this poem and the way it looks on the page. I know it didn't work out on the blog as well as you wanted it to, but I think it fits with the context of the poem very well anyway. The last stanza is very nice with the image in the first line.
I really like the visual structure of this poem and the way it looks on the page. I know it didn't work out on the blog as well as you wanted it to, but I think it fits with the context of the poem very well anyway. The last stanza is very nice with the image in the first line.
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