POEMS
I have not met
A dimension I did not like!
For there are seven, did you not know?
And the most gracious is the garland Time.
Everything comes to him or her who waits.
That is the Height, the Length and very Depth of it.
But not the insufficient vacuum that remains of it.
Nor have we made it eight when we betray
Our urgent cry for image, speech and text.
Three other dimly lit remonstrances
Those answer to the chiming Times.
The craft of Art, the sculpted Poem
The conversational collisions of Philosophy.
Those are the seven riven to a real reality.
© Joe Thomson, Artist and Poet
05.21.2015
A dimension I did not like!
For there are seven, did you not know?
And the most gracious is the garland Time.
Everything comes to him or her who waits.
That is the Height, the Length and very Depth of it.
But not the insufficient vacuum that remains of it.
Nor have we made it eight when we betray
Our urgent cry for image, speech and text.
Three other dimly lit remonstrances
Those answer to the chiming Times.
The craft of Art, the sculpted Poem
The conversational collisions of Philosophy.
Those are the seven riven to a real reality.
© Joe Thomson, Artist and Poet
05.21.2015
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