my feedback in April
Posted: April 4th, 2007, 1:58 pm
This is my thankful feedback for a place where I learn about myself by learning about what other is, who others are, what I am truly and truly what I'm not. This is my thankful feedback for teachers and freinds whose lessons I have never sat in upon and whose three-dimensionsal lives are as mysterious to me as any faith. This is my thankful feedback for creative space and honesty, for critique and ingnorance, for narcissism and introspection. Thank you.
I had a plan to rule the world with words
on pages, virtual bouquets found full
as codices of holy verse— I failed.
I failed to be diverse, expansive, free
and limitless because I, in the end,
was still a human voice and inky page
and when I longed to touch, I was away
from you— hard touch my verse could not convey
and, bitter as I wept, I’d not assuage
that bitterness. At most can I pretend
to be almighty in my art, to be
a sculptor or a lover’s gasp impaled
on wordy pages two-dimensional—
yet what a death, impaled on lovely swords.
I had a plan to rule the world with words
on pages, virtual bouquets found full
as codices of holy verse— I failed.
I failed to be diverse, expansive, free
and limitless because I, in the end,
was still a human voice and inky page
and when I longed to touch, I was away
from you— hard touch my verse could not convey
and, bitter as I wept, I’d not assuage
that bitterness. At most can I pretend
to be almighty in my art, to be
a sculptor or a lover’s gasp impaled
on wordy pages two-dimensional—
yet what a death, impaled on lovely swords.