themes should be universal they say.
to talk of the cruellest month.
cities, monuments, flowers.
a painting of a boy falling out of
the sky, hung in a belgian gallery
or epic sung by a blind bard.
bad poets being fortunate, no muse to be invoked.
poems sprout, wild weeds in walled garden.
broken heart tears betrayal
pain shame fear despair bewilderment.
these themes can be arranged according to size
shape and colour in the bowl of the day.