T
Twittering One
Guest
So know ~
The architecture,
Now drawn into the conversation, casts about, draws
A room vaulting overhead, itself, vaults
Through false arches,
A clever conceit.
Here, have a seat,
I say, do my level-headed best
To be hospitable.
“A moon struck me,â€
Our architecture explains.
Yes, I reply, that’s possible
To see.
“And now, clearly,â€
According to Asparagus, “You filter magic fairy dust,
Our illumination..
“No, you mean,â€
Counters Arginine, hitherto unseen,
That feline concealed cleverly behind the curtain,
“A moon-struck illumination
Filters through the dust clinging to the windowpane.â€
Alistair, now standing on the first
Stair, says, “A fine point, yes,
My dear.â€
Meanwhile, Agitated and Denial
Dance…
And me, I
Ponder carefully my confusion, consider
This inane amusement, and fitfully
Call for an intermission.
But O, lo!
Before I go,
Please consider, thusly ~ This filtered dust,
This moon-struck illumination
Streaming through the windowpane, all this confusion
Spreading its blanket around
The Event…
How do we interpret these scenes,
This sense,
A simple sight-reading providing so few klews?
What’s Next?
What If
What’s not is?
And if so,
What if requirements lift,
As the mechanical
Descends,
Directs the action
From
A very odd repertory of contingent estranged
Solutions?
*
Or, if
Not. What?
~ * !
_______
Blog, or dog? Who knows.
But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo
The architecture,
Now drawn into the conversation, casts about, draws
A room vaulting overhead, itself, vaults
Through false arches,
A clever conceit.
Here, have a seat,
I say, do my level-headed best
To be hospitable.
“A moon struck me,â€
Our architecture explains.
Yes, I reply, that’s possible
To see.
“And now, clearly,â€
According to Asparagus, “You filter magic fairy dust,
Our illumination..
“No, you mean,â€
Counters Arginine, hitherto unseen,
That feline concealed cleverly behind the curtain,
“A moon-struck illumination
Filters through the dust clinging to the windowpane.â€
Alistair, now standing on the first
Stair, says, “A fine point, yes,
My dear.â€
Meanwhile, Agitated and Denial
Dance…
And me, I
Ponder carefully my confusion, consider
This inane amusement, and fitfully
Call for an intermission.
But O, lo!
Before I go,
Please consider, thusly ~ This filtered dust,
This moon-struck illumination
Streaming through the windowpane, all this confusion
Spreading its blanket around
The Event…
How do we interpret these scenes,
This sense,
A simple sight-reading providing so few klews?
What’s Next?
What If
What’s not is?
And if so,
What if requirements lift,
As the mechanical
Descends,
Directs the action
From
A very odd repertory of contingent estranged
Solutions?
*
Or, if
Not. What?
~ * !
_______
Blog, or dog? Who knows.
But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo