Imagine
A poem
Is a small room
With words
Walking in,
And out the doors.
Periods are door knobs,
And symbols closing doors.
Stanzas balance beneath
the blank expanses
In cycles.
The unites
compacts & splashes
cascading
Into the
pond of
consciousness
at the end.
The goal
Is to
reach homeostasis
Of the heart
& the inward eye.
For Imagination is inking
a strange cosmos
one letter
& blank space
at a time.
Poem makes
It home among words
that It nests in.
What is,
Is spoken
Upon the paper
Of poets.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
Imagine
A poem
Is a small room
With words
Walking in,
And out the doors.
Periods are door knobs,
And symbols closing doors.
Stanzas balance beneath
the blank expanses
In cycles.
The unites
compacts & splashes
cascading
Into the
pond of
consciousness
at the end.
The goal
Is to
reach homeostasis
Of the heart
& the inward eye.
For Imagination is inking
a strange cosmos
one letter
& blank space
at a time.
Poem makes
It home among words
that It nests in.
What is,
Is spoken
Upon the paper
Of poets.
