Thursday, August 31, 2006
Impressions
Another one of David's Poems, while I try to motivate myself for the work of the day, not to mention thinking of another blog post...
ImpressionsThe wood pigeon,drawn by daylight showing through,flew forcefully, fiercely, franticallyinto the window paneleaving behind it no broken bodylifeless on the ground belowbut its ghostly image on the glassan image of itselfmirrored in a snapshot of its liveliness,its wingspan, head, beak and chestclearly visible, as if some long left overChristmas time stencil,as my friend thought mistakenly.And again, in the next room,another ghostly image of etched agony,another of the same striking species.If I, through a window mistily,were in more things to see God’s outlineand more, his stretched out bodyspent for love such as his,would his impression within meetch outwardly into clarity?Would that it would.
poem # 29/2006
(C) David Grieve 2006
"Poems come out of wonder, not out of knowing."
Lucille Clifton
¶ 8:46 am
