Persian Rug Porn
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Cut loose, cast adrift
from all I set out to accomplish.
Thrown to the other shore
by a stream I was sure would carry me to the sea.
Stranded at the source
words replaced thought, images replaced word
to leave me speechless
mind agape
transfixed to glossy page after page
of color and pattern, wholeness and detail,
art and craft manifest
in perfect balance on warp and weft.
A beautiful obsession, from ideal to actual,
a literal magic carpet ride
to a figurative land before time
a land of light, and space,
barren hills
and broken hearts,
sheep and wool, plant and dye,
ceaseless wanderings and flights in the night.
A land of my dreams and conception
(there on the carpet as my parents lay)
a carpet beckoning and enticing
to stay and rest awhile, caress and stare
without inhibition
at the sheer beauty
only a fellow nomad could conceive
for the solace of another world weary soul.
(2/20/22, first published in my sixth book of poems, OUT OF TIME OUT OF MIND, 2022)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2023
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