Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Kit Kelen #272 - demons of analogy


272
demons of analogy

the poem grows
from a crevice in feeling
where some stray spore
of hunch set down

so between us
it is a drift in meaning
aside of what was
meant before

beauty can be terrible
will it even be allowed
to consist in words?
how else can it be?

some days think flower
wind up the wings
others you know
it will be weeded out

the poem takes down its pants
spins web of star
is it not whorl and cross?
you just don't get it, do you?

grows on the bone
it tells truth least expected
a different one each time
the mouths of things make this

there are no lines between
but script is substance
and there's leading
other lives and worlds there

one keeps calling
will it come?
no one dares write
a poem about it

but just this once
some would like
to train it over a trellis
up a wall, push the sky yearning

many wish for a harvest
they say the poem finished
is exactly how it had to be
I see John Barleycorn

bundled and cut
down for the count
let's drink!
sun bleaches, rain rots

but the poem grows simply
from a crevice in feeling
where some stray spore
of hunch set down 






 

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