Sunday, August 4, 2013

If You Are Writing One


Don’t corrupt your poem with
messages and morals-
or social commitment;
let it blabber like a forest brook,
sweetly incoherent like the-
wild warbling menagerie
the end in itself, alluring meaninglessness
an exquisite deception-a tingle in the spin-
each brush strokes designed for an involuntary gasp
your eye turning transpicuous
the subtlety unfolding-
a diaphanous reality.

a sea in a drop, the earth in a grain
an eternity in a second
a sonnet in a word.

let it create its own language
voice its protest
declare its freedom
move mountains-
by transforming you
a finer, kinder quietness
pleasurable detachment
infinite euphoria
for art just is.

Picture: Screen shot from Chabrol's Alice or the Last Escapade ( spectacular movie)

2 comments:

Vikas Chandra said...

awesome.

Loved it.
One of my favorites now!

Dream Catcher said...

a sea in a drop, the earth in a grain
an eternity in a second
a sonnet in a word!

Loved it! you write too well.