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?)
5 comments:
This is wonderful and the perfect way to start my day.
I love the juxtaposition of Morocco with the London snow pics.
It'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...
Before I even read your poem I was thinking that the stone looked like an elephant.
I 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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