The works are: a spontaneous combustion,
Each letter sears into the frame;
Ashen runes, through flame, are lain.
Creating a legend, which assists with the cartography;
Symbols to help eyes navigate the poetic topography,
And delineate the movements of each production.
Each poem, line and stanza, has its own valley and peak;
A depth and apex of emotions – which are far from unique…
(Dedication, indifference, joy, sorrow, bravery, and fear;
A matter of deduction, till then – the sentiment is unclear)
…But, the many sensations of personal experiences are –
So, implied individual inferences are layered into each bar.
A coal engine’s fuel, in a cranium, a scuttle;
Each statement’s progress, facing no rebuttal.
To many, the unseen seems easy to refute;
Like, zeros and ones don`t appear on the screen,
The inconspicuous is there – somewhere in-between.
Poems with abstruse metaphors, dull or astute?
If the vision is in
the darkness – there is only black, no white.
Emotion in each work, though the evidence is sub-atomic;
It is underground, underneath, like a spirit which is chthonic.
Some poems meant to depress, while the others meant to
excite.
Look below the dictation,
To see the spectrum
(The prismatic hues in each creation;
The senses total, the feelings sum).
Are the multitude still indiscernible –
Is this mind, blind and one-dimensional –
Are the symbolic icons, incomprehensible?
Why is the tenor of all this poetry
(Its iridescence, diversity, and complexity)
Felt, detected, and classified statically?
These words strive not to capture a single, momentarily;
But, work to encapsulate a series of senses, shifting
constantly.
Composed By: A.D.
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