Glass by Robert Francis
July 19th 2008 02:32
Glass
by Robert Francis
Words of a poem should be glass
But glass so simple-subtle its shape
Is nothing but the shape of what it holds.
A glass spun for itself is empty,
Brittle, at best Venetian trinket.
Embossed glass hides the poem of its absence.
Words should be looked through, should be windows.
The best word were invisible.
The poem is the thing the poet thinks.
If the impossible were not,
And if the glass, only the glass,
Could be removed, the poem would remain.
Review in Poem by Dexter
Guidelines to splendour in language,
Nurtured prose seduce.
Smooth lyrics molded can soothe,
Massaged flush the delicate message.
A clear vessel of creative expression,
Carefully transported to the page.
Text in stealth manipulates the subconscious,
The gravity of meaning lightly dusted.
Transparent thought beams,
To dance in unison with the light.
Poems like this make me feel inadequate,
The art of crafting poetry continues a difficult endeavour.
by Robert Francis
Words of a poem should be glass
But glass so simple-subtle its shape
Is nothing but the shape of what it holds.
A glass spun for itself is empty,
Brittle, at best Venetian trinket.
Embossed glass hides the poem of its absence.
Words should be looked through, should be windows.
The best word were invisible.
The poem is the thing the poet thinks.
If the impossible were not,
And if the glass, only the glass,
Could be removed, the poem would remain.
Review in Poem by Dexter
Guidelines to splendour in language,
Nurtured prose seduce.
Smooth lyrics molded can soothe,
Massaged flush the delicate message.
A clear vessel of creative expression,
Carefully transported to the page.
Text in stealth manipulates the subconscious,
The gravity of meaning lightly dusted.
Transparent thought beams,
To dance in unison with the light.
Poems like this make me feel inadequate,
The art of crafting poetry continues a difficult endeavour.
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