Taciturn oracle without a shrine <br />Anywhere, for there is none <br />That confides more than a simple pen <br />Conferring with myself <br />(The wiser, noble me) , <br />Considering the problem <br />Of some salient delinquency... <br /> <br />'Go ahead', urges the word <br />Recognize it for some meaning <br />Brought about by this experience <br />Then, when you have separated the telling detail <br />Out of the remotest complexity <br />Gradually, you will efface with significance <br />The torrent of ridiculousness... <br /> <br />I need only one to begin <br />Unraveling, a loosened thread <br />Stretching out points before my eyes <br />Like stars, so many that I gasp a wish <br />Upon but a few passing by... <br />These are the dots that connected create <br />The contour of some primitive shape... <br /> <br />Tracings by word-dots magnified <br />Less sleek than the pictures therein described <br />Pattern without tangibility of form <br />Gracefully, the spectra materializes more... <br /> <br /> <br />COPY WRITE©2009<br /><br />Romeo Della Valle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-s-world-2/
