I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')


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24 April 2009

Yet Another on Yesterday's Prompt

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I didn’t want the beauty
that draws attention to itself,
making you gasp to notice
its brilliance and intricacy.

I wanted transparence,
words clear as glass
but unsolid like air –
you’d fall right through them

into the poem itself
its essence,
the meaning beyond
even the most perfect words.

Yet now I’m disconcerted,
contemplating uneasily
these very plain and spare
phrases that move through me.

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