Clifton Redmond Poems
|2.||North Of A Rural Town||6/3/2013|
|3.||For Whom Does The Bell Now Toll||5/12/2013|
|6.||They Will Never Walk Alone||7/17/2013|
|7.||Time Eating Time||8/28/2013|
|8.||His Morning Ritual||9/28/2013|
|9.||Race The Wind||5/14/2013|
|11.||When I Paint My Masterpiece||8/20/2013|
When I Paint My Masterpiece
There it is right in front of me
the perfect poem
like a silk thread tapestry
woven by the hands of a master.
My eyes are in disbelief
at how it meanders on the page
glowing as I bask in its structure
the sheer clarity
as I discover the workings of his mind.
as I stutter
wading through his old verse
this mad scientist of the past
cutting words and dicing them.
Pulling them apart
and making them dance like a puppeteer
with stanzas hanging from a string
the simple intrusion of the great crowd ...