This writing was accepted into publication in a poetry anthology back in 1996. It's hard for me to believe that was some fourteen years ago. The writing deals with the process that goes into creating a little picture of words. All writing to me is ultimately a continuum, and it goes like this;
Words on Parchment
The quest is always
the same; the task of hand.
Brows beaten thin,
infinite caesurae,
...between thoughts;
The song of my life
sung to the rhythms of our Time–
syncopated, rap-packed or in
slow, smooth-cool Jazz–
words roll-flow
in continuum to define
what and who we are.
And, in the end
black ink poured on white
vellum(a language contained)
blocked, margined and flushed
we come to see our paper thinness
and the inky stains
of a mere humanity..
Friday, January 22, 2010
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Thank goodness that you put these beautiful words down in ink so we can enjoy reading the poem.
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