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The Instrument

I envy the precision of the engineer, the grounded exactitude of a trade, to be able to hold phenomenon within the spell of an equation, have the power to make something from a sum. I make things from shadows, the pulled threads of a mirage and echoes bubbling up from the bottom chambers of a void. I work with the vagaries of whim, waiting for something to appear from who knows where, letting a shape emerge from beneath a ghostly gauze of words or reveal its nature by a residue of absence left in the wake of its going. I am a gatherer of what is carried on the wind, the fragrance of flowers, moans uttered on lonely shorelines by the voices of restless seas, the cry of nightmares, the crescendos of love, becoming for a moment an instrument in some vast orchestra through which a divine song is being played.

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Date: 3/27/2023 7:26:00 AM
No need to envy Paul. You are a poetic engineer. Great write my friend. Apparently it is a natural occurence with you.
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Paul Willason
Date: 3/27/2023 2:24:00 PM
Wish it was a more frequent occurence. Get somewhat down at heel when nothing comes out except a sigh on a blank page. Again my thanks for your kind supprt...makes a difference.
Date: 3/27/2023 5:27:00 AM
"becoming for a moment an instrument in some vast orchestra through which a divine song is being played." And you envy the engineer? I don't buy it, but God, this is beautiful.
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Paul Willason
Date: 3/27/2023 2:20:00 PM
Thanks Steven for taking time to read the poem and provide comment. To your point, I was never good at mathematics so had to find another way to make sense of things. Pleased that you found something in the poem. Regards.
Date: 3/27/2023 5:10:00 AM
"letting a shape emerge from beneath a ghostly gauze of words"...Paul I shall have to steal that line and use it in response to the forever question: "What are you doing?" Beautifully written, great use of line breaks and overlapping thoughts
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Paul Willason
Date: 3/27/2023 2:13:00 PM
Would be honoured if you used that line John. Very much appreciate your kind and encouraging response to the poem. Always heartening to know that a poem connects. Thanks

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