Nameless, formless, shapeless <br />A fog in the brain <br />A mist in the eyes <br />Yet in the heart what vulcan flames <br />From the interior magma rise and leap! <br /> <br />So poetry is born, my poetry <br />So my lines arise <br />The genealogy of my lines lies in the fog and mist <br />And in the leap-flames in the heart! <br /> <br />By spurts, and then after the spurt <br />An interval of dejection <br />Fog and mist and blank <br />And then of sudden <br />The light shines at the end of a tunnel <br />The heart-pump leaps <br />Fanned by the bellows of the interior magma <br />That rises and leaps, that pumps and leaps! <br /> <br />So the flower unwinds itself <br />From its night-cover: <br />When the dews and the cold drops <br />Of the oncoming night its veins will freeze <br />And fast its leaves and petals curl. <br /> <br />So the flower arises from the seed <br />So the flower arises on its stem <br />So the stem arises through the soil <br /> <br />Fog and mist and blank <br />And a heart that bellows <br />And fans its pump <br />When numbed and frozen seems <br />The blue petal of day at touch of dusk.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nameless-formless-shapeless/
