"Make visible, what without you, might never have been seen." – Robert Bresson
There is always promise in truly new Images perched on stems that stretch out thought, Perfuming without knowing that they do Subtle variations on the standard plot.
The new rejoice in being so alive That darkness pearls into white feathery Whiffs, bobbing noodle heads whom bells revive In crowds, each a unique identity.
Peeling back lips, botanists botch the task Of catching what evaporates in air, Listening for whispers behind the mask, If ever anything was really there.
White Tulips
ReplyDelete"Make visible, what without you, might never have been seen." – Robert Bresson
There is always promise in truly new
Images perched on stems that stretch out thought,
Perfuming without knowing that they do
Subtle variations on the standard plot.
The new rejoice in being so alive
That darkness pearls into white feathery
Whiffs, bobbing noodle heads whom bells revive
In crowds, each a unique identity.
Peeling back lips, botanists botch the task
Of catching what evaporates in air,
Listening for whispers behind the mask,
If ever anything was really there.
[Disposable Poem May 28, 2011]
Dr. Mike