REFINEMENT
shade
elements
intertwined
sparse
detrminations
half-empty
hollow
ornamental
abundance
so
precise
scintillates
&
surpasses
introspection
niche
transient
motifs
scattered
unleashed
to
refract&
embody
decorative
protusions
as
a
counter point
of
temporary
illusion
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
BEAUTY & REFINEMENT
specific moments
forging
a
visual
language
inspiration
gone mainstream
in
retrospective
an
alternative
moment
of
reckoning
grown
moribund
a
prestigious
encounter
of
ideas
of beauty
& refinement
dramatically
spot-lit
in
truly mutual
comprehension
now disappear
from view
the clashing
styles
a sign
of the
prescience
& genius
in
dialogue
in
a spellbinding
astounding piece
off
rethought
figuration
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
refinement of my vision —
leaning oak, in midst of
evergreen forest.
though held captive,
captivated by
a simple grace.
8/19/2020
A poem, I suppose, unlike prose,
is laid upon the page like a painter’s brush.
First the outline shapes complete, background and foundation,
not too neat, but a promise of what is not complete.
And never static, not still life, but land and sea
and sky and earth, wind and wave, and dancing feet.
Some strokes are bold and to the fore.
Others link, not less, not more, but each essential,
as with lace, lest holes appear to spoil the trace.
We are God’s workmanship, His painted poem,
composed, and when complete, fine-framed
in His own likeness. To be like Him,
perfect, pure, refined, unstained.
Trivial thinking makes a waste of life;
Like polishing your shoes as Jesus dies.
Yet academics often create strife,
With philosophers more intellingent than wise
Perceptions sharp as nail bombs to the eyes
Are diverted onto other paths and lives.
Who will be the one who can surprise?
With which mind may such perception strive?
Who will listen to the chosen one?
Not the men whose faces are unlined.
Who sees truly what we have become?
In whose imagination is the true refined?
Such a furnace is this blacksmith’s yard
Refinement comes by fire and burning hard.
It’s the kind of day to cry about
To open your eyes let the tears rush out
The rain is falling
Pavement slick
Maybe I should just slide into a ditch
Lie there cold
Lie there still
Sun-faded in summer
Enameled brightly by fall
Dew lined in spring
Winter, chilled and thawed
Lie there in an anomalous state
Lie there taut and still
Loss of mechanism
Loss of will
Sailing through
The odyssey of my mind
I capture moments in time
Like a photograph etched in my soul
Absorbed by my heart
The experience of life
The joys and sorrows of living
The essence of my being
The me I am now colored by
The road I have traveled on
The love I have felt
The people I have known
These are the treasures I hold
Deep inside of me each moment
Refining my soul through time
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