First things Last

Attracted to the outfit at first,

we eat with our eyes first,

we taste and extract flavour 

from smell first

Impressions last.

To start, somewhere, set up things outside

and around your space.

In the end, what comes out

all started inside with

No-things.

The words, the scene, an act,

the play, will write itself

when it is right.

When emulation is enrapt with

blending in

costumes and charades

fade to black back in.

Practice makes no promises.

Barefoot, one can learn to feel the heat,

through the sole.

Headstrong and radiant,

the title will fit the work.  




Painting by Rembrandt, 'Man in Oriental Costume' (1632) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Titilating Entitlement

       All we have are letters.
We have made many names with these,

not to confuse utility with title.

When I say

This chosen wisely,

You have started to build-

What is in a Name?

Impressionism in colors.

Blend and bleed by disagreement.

I do not regret leading you on

down the stream, naming and pointing

at amphibious synonyms, 

like crayfish holding their feathered gills.

As only bends and boulders can dictate 

in a white water fury, insurgency in translation,

an explanation of how all minerals find their way

to greater meaning than assembly 

or Magic. Deception has its angle.

Words like water most transparent

when calmly collected. 

Dropping names sink

Ideas float
Titles tell This. 

Image By Romaine (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.