Writing naturally inclusive of a skill
That subdivides elements that lay foundation
To the bulk of our understanding.
With poetry as a lover, I will narrow knowledge
Until it has a one-dimensional shape for a design
You would have to squint your eyes to bear notice
To how I will place present cognition on stasis.
Leaving it ready and waiting
For that inevitable recurrence, in which,
Like a pastor to the relative doctrine,
I will be drawn to read it again.
And at this moment, poetry and I,
Will not hesitate in publicly displaying our affection
Just for sport, we will flip a pyramid upside-down
All in a bid to give my thoughts a clear-cut avenue
To rain, in the form of sand grains, cascading, getting funnelled down
Till they are compact and unquestionably condensed;
All within the confines of both parts that make up
The ends of your favourite hourglass;
Afterwards, spin it however you like,
It matters not, nothing moves,
When I – at this moment- render time
– O.D. ©2018
So this is the poem I mentioned yesterday, finally here 🙂
Thinking of probably making it into a short series, we’ll see.