POETRY IS AND ECHO ASKING A SHADOW TO DANCE Carl Sandburg BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD This is a game I know too wellAs tides of faces turnAnd landscapes shift their hue An endless loop of farewellsJourneys, souls and settings anew Square One! A victorious defeatThe onset of Cathedrals attempting to riseOver the graves and…
POETRY IS AND ECHO ASKING A SHADOW TO DANCE Carl Sandburg SPIRALS Where do they begin or end?How is your going around working for you?Around, and around, and around…Sometimes in crescendoOthers, diminuendoAlways out of hand The focus of attention is looking upward into the heavy disc of an unfathomable dimension crossing the skies of futility…
POETRY IS AND ECHO ASKING A SHADOW TO DANCE Carl Sandburg RACH’S SECOND Never would I ever had imaginedThe journey on black and white keysThe cochlear ramp, to a kind of beautyTo impossible to fitWithin flesh and bones paralyzedby wonder of hands soaring beyond the skies He had surrender to the undertow of the subconsciousTo…