Noelle Kocot

(1969 / New York)

While Writing - Poem by Noelle Kocot

Someone inside says, "Get busy."
But I've got appointments to keep,
I have an abstemious love of equations calculated quickly
While the tepid day melts into design.

And the high cheekbones of the beautiful life
Bear the loose look of a calendar by lamplight.
I search for patterns in everything.
I am tied in knots of comprehension.

I think, how useful it might be
To pierce all the hands of the earth
With an oath of pins encircling snarling planets
But talent and shallowness sewn together

Is nothing but a kerchief tied around a survivalist's head,
And it helps to know the feet wriggling through a hole
In the universe will land for an instant
Upon the cushions of the dark,

And that after marching one doozy of a kilometer after another,
We each come upon the same poem scribbled in invisible ink
Taped to the door of a room
In which an austere justice is burning for us.

Comments about While Writing by Noelle Kocot

  • (10/30/2016 9:32:00 AM)

    Very interesting poem with fascinating expressions. A pattern oriented mind finding poetic beauty in some previous skill. It represents a mature mind opening to a larger consciousness. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • (10/30/2016 7:00:00 AM)

    I wholly agree with the comment of Mr. Robert Murray Smith. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (10/30/2016 2:35:00 AM)

    I search for patterns in everything..... Well-written... Congrats for being selected.... (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/30/2016 2:07:00 AM)

    Of the dark
    Knots of comprehension. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (10/30/2016 12:40:00 AM)

    This poem of writing is one of opportunity. From dark to light then back again. The process is unending.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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