Words Do Not Have to be Gilded on Ivory

Words Do Not Have to be Gilded on Ivory

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The tatters down below the lines he writes

Take on a meaning.  There the smudgy stains

Incurred inside his shopping bag are blights

To hopes of sky.  This almost preordains

The opposite of poetry.  The mess

He pulls the papers from, the pieces of

The ruined foolscap pages, too, impress

Him suddenly that his own saint-like love

Of wonderment, satori-like, can prove

That sonnets, villanelles, such emerald jewels

Can rise from anywhere.  The boring groove

Of life can act like Seven Muses’ tools.

  A serendipity of grace or power

    Can build on ugliness a golden tower.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Sep 23, 2024 | Uncategorized | 0 comments