The Poet's Art

art

Art is the practise of concealment
over
misbegotten dreams.

Art flatters the ordinary;
it makes a drama out of drudge, that is,
it points us all in the right direction.

I am writing things now which will never
be made perfect
sense of; that is what I mean when I mention ‘Art’ .

pink pales into blue nights
of philosophers stating there is little to state definitively ...


poetry

The tree of life will grow itself
Another line in time
All we need do is strike our lives
And listen to hear them chime

Inspiration’s an open egg
Whose yoke survives not long
Words thrown together lovingly
Re-write the rights and wrong

We need to let it germinate
Learn to take our time
We need to learn to live our lives
And listen to hear them rhyme