From poetic conjunctions


From poetic conjunctions

I’ve tried to avoid
Beautiful imagery
That is not the soul of poetry
I’ve tasted the renaissance

Underwater, in the surrealism
Of the meaning of existence
Poetry came, like the spring
When the medieval town began

To unfreeze, and all of history
Recollected itself in art
In the copying of our shut eyes
The silver imitations of golden ages


I’ve tried to avoid repeating myself
But poetry is a dialogue with itself
A vertical path to a comic
Music that never truly dies

But is reborn, ideas transported
Encoded in phrases pleasant
To the ears, I’ve tried to avoid rhyming
And the stars were shinning

In the ornaments and decorations
Of so many beautiful minds
I found orphan asylums articulate
With God’s mystery and evolution’s

Garlands rescued in the puzzle of the dance
What you meant by lasting?
A mysticism in the frank approval of poems.

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