Table of Fours

(For Ken Dickinson)

 

Today I wanted to read

some poetry and after

quite a few poems in one

of Nye’s anthologies, I

also felt the need to write.

 

What, you may ask, is

that need like? An itch,

a afar away dream that

beckons in an unknown

language and sends me

upstairs to work this out.

 

Once up, description is

followed by perturbation,

and the words somehow

find the page. The poem

is in my heart, half asleep

with the comfort it finds

in holding these words gently.

 

PS:

Perturbation

: a disturbance of motion, course, arrangement,

or state of equilibrium; especially: a disturbance

of the regular and usually elliptical course of motion

of a celestial body that is produced by some force

additional to that which causes its regular motion.

 

4/8/12

 

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