Aglow, this shifting image
Shows angel-haloes, auras:
Incandescent elephant
Side-lit in silent trumpet
By standing candle lighthouse,
A navigator's hazard.
Rock, molded slow and pressured,
Root-grooved with sluices, fissured:
A wind-shaped, clay-sloped pillow
Or old man's folded elbow
Traversed with nerves and runnels,
Brain-gray, anatomical,
Life-like architecture, or
An alphabet's lost letter.
(4/25/1993)
(When you're in the Peace Corps, you tend to have a lot of spare time to do things like set up an elaborate photo tableau -- and then write a poem about it! Who knew I would someday have a blog allowing me to present the two together?)
This is wonderful and the perfect way to start my day.
ReplyDeleteI love the juxtaposition of Morocco with the London snow pics.
ReplyDeleteIt's finally cold here, no snow. But I will somehow prevail, I'm sure.
Lovely! The rock looks like the back of an oversized comfy chair to me...
ReplyDeleteBefore I even read your poem I was thinking that the stone looked like an elephant.
ReplyDeleteI think you did a lot of deep thinking while in the Peace Corps.
Very nice.
Who knew that you are a poet and a photographer -- what a sensual world you evoke --
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