poetry under spotlight
Writing for live camera-action
Lenses zoomed on the face
Sound-effect on the breath and the silence
Slow-motion hands caressing the goatee
Premeditated pensive poise
Spotlight on every speck of motion
Inquests into the gaze of the eyes
Gropes for cues into the poets thought
As if a poem is a psychometric window
Into the poets state of the mind
But poetry flows from the heart
And no microscopic measure
Shall dare to approximate
The depth and state of the heart
June 15th, 2008 at 7:31 pm
oh they dare.. it does..
it mere knows not what it do
(conducted, as I.T. be, by minds numb and fingerless)
July 16th, 2008 at 9:54 am
wa bofelo! good to see someone i know here! beautiful poem, you never cieze to amaze me!
thank you for sharing!
much lyrical love, tumelo