white canvas
................all bleached
what first
................a broad wash
across the horizontal
................hesitation
this is not art
................so much waiting
for the details
what will blend
what will bleed
so much there
before we started looking
now the changes
................the seasons
................the reasons
Published on-line by Ink Sweat & Tears for Feb.12,2008
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- composed Oct.18,2007
When we see with a new- start aproach, somehow we can see so much clearer Love duncan X
In the best of modern poetry tradition, it is an energy construct, which is to say, it excites poems in the reader. I have tried 3 times to read it and every time my mind interrupts me with images that have been rattling around in my head for years trying to be written. Finally on 4th try i finished it. What a little beauty!
This abstract sensation conveys a perception, not only of a plant but also of the stem, leaves, habitat with simultaneous olfactory. Meaningful arrangement of sense and smell mix-ed up with ideas feelings and thoughts. Kind regards Aine
I love this poem Ben and congratulate you on its on line publication. Everything that has ever sprung out of the imagination of one of our fellow human specimens was preceded by a blank canvas and the desired to imprint with the spirit of creation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ben, the blank canvas analogy is well used here; you've kept the starkness in a spare use of words... Rgds, Ivan