jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

To read a poem

is not to catch

the words unlatched:

 

it is to meet

a current against the sweep

 

against the words

the patterns on the board

 

the words imprint

that later fade unlike river silt.

 

To catch a poem

you can’t, unless eyes firm

 

eyes glued to the vaulted

deep from where had bolted

 

these words you read as poem

slumbered like death, awaiting a pen.

 

 

 

This is also posted in a slightly different version on iluko.com. For this reflection on poetry, I wrote myself a check of $800. Too much? If so, tell me why.

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March 5, 2009 - Posted by | poetry, reflection | , ,

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