By Charles Sapp II Then it presents me with an offering,
an offer I cannot refuse.
I begin with scribing my life on dead tree's flesh,
preserving them immortal;
or at least my words anyway.
As my pencil etches itself into the pulpous fibers,
these pages;
this intonates my translation into harmonious music
and brings this silent art form to life.
My hand leaves imprints of heat
as the graphite melts from my left hand;
chasing the future.
I realize the indentation after each line
and crossed out words that follow.
I add emphasis to keywords
which are synonymous to my breathing pattern.
As spirituality awakens;
there is no summit,
I can reach this point again—
tomorrow;
as long as I relinquish my inhibitions.
This poem is for you;
the present.
Symbols systematically arranged;
equates to the passion
which words can never surmount to.
This exposure is what is owed to you;
my sacrifice is to human nature,
revealed as the nakedness of thought;
captured in 1 dimension
behold
living emotion.
February 22, 2008
Captured Emotion - Poem
Labels:
Poetry,
Spirituality