"the water" (mini-sonnet 2)
Open a channel
& water (if
there is water)
will rush
faster than
words
fater than thought
the water
finds its way
down
in happy
haste
water is what
the world
requires
more than
tumbling
utterance more
than words might
lumbering
say
& water (if
there is water)
will rush
faster than
words
fater than thought
the water
finds its way
down
in happy
haste
water is what
the world
requires
more than
tumbling
utterance more
than words might
lumbering
say
posted by david raphael israel at 11:07 PM
5 Comments:
bloody hell.
nice.
tell people of this. Sing it. Wander and stand in town squares.
ryze or otherwise. its beautiful.
ah, always the kind word
from the kind source.
I'm pleased to mention these dabbles & doodads to a few friends naturalemont. This handing out leaflets (metaphorical or elsewise) runs contra certain delicacies one needs to scale some other hillock (or something); [but you youngins needn't worry about these oldster-mumblings, nope].
The poem ostensibly recites the most trite conventional wisdom. Does this trouble me? Nope. A too-slow learner, I'm obliged to keep instructing myself in the abededarian rudiments (poetry being presumably a species of self-briefing, or, as may be, "self-medication"). It makes me happy (in my corner), no matter if it's as patent as daylight.
There may be more involved, but (to quote I presume al-Mustafa) God alone knows best.
cheers, d.i.
d.i.,
This be beautiful, man. Love that tumbling-down feel of the piece. The shape gives life to the content.
thanks Riv (one whose remark [given your name] can't be taken lightly).
The white-on-black background here seems a likeable "visual environment" for such display.
afterthought:
"tumbling utterance" could (hmmm) be another moniker for this form-of-poem. (But enough, basta, bas, of that.)
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