Crystalline witness becomes the poet's eye:
distilled being in a snap
in lightning flashes
that rights words to spark the chain reaction
towards ink-caught thought.
Tell the truth quickly as you snag it -
neither story, lesson, nor log -
just the moment of recognition,
cusp caught, mid synapse, saved vagrants
from loss, drowning or banishment.
Broken shards catch an instant
of chaotic times, impressions, and open world;
mounded fragments stand-in for wholeness,
coarse splinters refracting at all angles
something real, or good, or new.
Copyright 1993 by Roger Sween.
Frist written 10 April 1993 and revised 4 March 2014, I saw this impulse and response as the nature of poetic creation because of the way an image occurred to me and sought expression.
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