Prefer Poem by shimon weinroth

contours are nicer
than straight lines,
round is more inviting
than aquiline or flat,

thin lipped cold stern
Nubian sensuous and sweaty.
'lean and hungry' contemptuous
of fat and easy,

sculptor and artist
wave the magic wand,
called the line,
straight or shaky

dabs or dots, curly
circling or straight forward,
make all the differences,
trembling in treble, stereo or mono

continuous or halting,
restive or prying
attack or confront the eye
repetitive or tedious,

direct or meandering,
recreate the scene
faithfully or false, are lines
of lines of lines circling in and out,

up and down and way out beyond,
the scenes etch, engraving strokes, that
scream or laugh, calm and siublime
deep within the mind and eye

joined in a holy tryst become the impression
impressed and grooved, furrowed in the memory
or vanish, none too soon,
are we enslaved by what we see,

caressed and pricked, proceed to sort
ingest, digest, assimilate, developing likes and dislikes,
which murmur
contours are nicer than straight lines