Furore Poetica

To collage in words, or with paper? I dream and imagine caught in a zone of longing to splash mediums, textures, affirmative words instill the essence of life's poetic fire on a blank background. On my table, a boskiness of trees is, with darkest leaves, twisting across stone-wort rocks. Mossy, dank and dappled in owl light, the source of life hangs, elixir-like. Calliope dances, silver bell trees bloom above star asters Canterius, halts motion in a demivolte of stone There, where hippogriffs have taken flight- Epicamus' stand in waiting for some distant cipher to begin life. A strange petalody awaits blue flowering-paper- shaped, painted and glued seem lifelike- but there is no fragrance, no fragility, and no secret unfolding. I am no God. For Frank Herrera's Practiced Passion Collage and Visual Poetry PRACTICED PASSION Contest Judged: 11/21/2016 10:59:00 AM 4th Place.