The Line Within
This sleeping dog, from winter's rate
is so sublime, survivor's state
not acquisitions in relate
nor oft imposing, oft sedate!
So look upon my line's rebate
not spoken with a narrow gate
but obvious, exacting date
whilst looking only seals my fate!
By looking at my sequenced plate
the lines upon my once youth's face
restrict the flowing messaged pace
to one of owing, classed innate!
Ah So, the figured artist's mate
is oft within, that stance constraint
is deeper, willed to expiate
the soul's whole self ~ not under-rate!
The artist's tithe to this constraint
is looking not within as late
too often stifled, beauties saint
while worldly claim, but looks for taint!
This truth, soft spoken, ageless told
lies deep within, the line's implode
the artist's greatness, thus enfolds
the measure's "being" not erode!
That stamina, the stanza's mold
within, within . . . . . yet now is told!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2010
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