contemplativeMeant for You
Poem for Day 110 – 20150420
Drawings take my breath,
a melody is pure rapture.
The edited photo is divine,
a tune lifts my spirits.
Could mere poetry do as much,
with words its only device?
I could spin you a tale,
stanzas linked to condition human.
I could appeal to imagination,
outside of sight and sound.
Is this enough to entertain
an audience jaded by alternatives?
Consider where my strengths may lay,
in sly conjecture and innuendo.
Tapping currents running deep
in the conscious of the mind,
as I allude and nudge the things
that other medias cannot convey.
The puzzle lays hidden to outsider,
the thing made plain to the insider.
An experience personal is my offering,
in words connecting to the suffering.
Tableau spread wide when you can see,
mere prattle those who disbelieve.
So I’ll give room to competition,
as vibrant as they may be.
To dazzle is not my sole goal,
instead I only wish to distract.
Twist the words around my pen
while you read a message meant for you.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
