THE POEM WORLD
The poem world evokes an arrangement
from which no other form or color connects.
A feeling resting on shapeless compromise
might dissolve a triumph in its weakness,
when all it needed was a fragment,
a piece of red translucence, one rose of quandary.
It could have come from the bird bath,
a petal that hovered in some handiwork,
or cosmic event flashed over the city.
Pay no attention
to the life and death dance of mechanical perfection.
I don't mind
rumbling along, trembling just within the hidden,
alluding to the whispered, behind, beyond.
But, we press for action, closure,
resurrected vacations, a way out of gridlock,
drama falling into other rhythms, black and white,
straying further with intervals of punctuation,
commas blinking like yellow traffic signals,
no period in sight and no hazy clouds.
In the poem world our heat dissipates
and time spends itself with one less reservation,
dismissing yesterday as we take on
the almost formless green swells of the bay
that smile, even at the desert-blue sky.
ŠJimmy Warner Design, 2011
