Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my mind takes off
like a single leaf in a gust of wind
persistent wisdom
turbulent like agitated poetry

a single dying image
lies in the casket for viewing
pay strict attention, focus
on the hidden truth with folded arms and tarnished jewelry

there is a germinating bean in the three card monte
if you are riveted in your approach
you may actually be witness to a crack in the surface
that sleight of hand cannot conceal

Poet work is real work .word swords are difficult to wield and understand as are word hammers , but, yes after many cuts and sore thumbs , work can indeed be done, history teaches us this, if it teaches us nothing else .cool poem I like the sound of it in my mind>

I enjoyed the poem.

thanx gents......