“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label metal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label metal. Show all posts
Saturday, October 20, 2018
Smith, Black
Forged into the metallic morning horizon
Arose churning sediments
forming monoliths,
Silhouettes of possibilities
stood starkly
As bodies take shapes
And outline the impenetrable yet
more immovable.
Composed as we come
with letters into elementary symbols
or the other way around,
it dawns
upon us
this light shall dissipate our dreams
Awash in rust
with our veins of copper
which could not compare
to the sand that we use to measure
Time
all that
sharply resembled
a blade of grass
nourished only with melted dew.
Painting by Winslow Homer, 'Early morning after a storm', c. 1900-03 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Saturday, September 22, 2018
Green copper pot
When a woman has
One child and makes
Zero investment makes no
sacrifice(s), contributes
None,
the yield on this bond
does not depreciate
into negatives-no
this product multiplied
Itself,
condensed and compensated itself
entirely with exposure to the elementary,
the obvious and raw goods,
thereby taking its own shape
by directed collisions
with steel objects,
only adding
character and patina
values molded with age.
Painting by Martin Dichtl, 'Still Life with copper pots' circa 1639 (Public domain), via Wikimedia Commons.
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