Avant Garde

Avant garde upon wondrous language

Drifting clouds of searing imagery

Wandered in reams of magical vision

Writ abstract on the naked imagination

Voyaging  through landscapes of rhyme

Beating rhythms of sounding beauty

In those hours before dawning chorus

Eclipsed the past of the dolorous song

Shackling poetry by its ancient thrall

The golden flower unchained the dream

Of brilliance writ in luminous cadence

Reaping in weaves of solitary thought

Traversed horizons of an imagination

Gazing through times elliptical prism

Upon curves of solid liquid geometry

Flowing in streams of rippling poetry

Unfolding nature’s riotous harmonies

In the lonely beauty of a single flower

Surrendering unto landscape’s mirage 

Pouring dreams worth heaven’s words.

Reviews

[Duncan Brown]

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[Kathy Van Kurin]

"Avant Garde"
Duncan Brown,
One thing which really interested me was the words which you used as rhymes on your line's ends; not being the same exactly but they are perfect. In looking I realized that this is really wonderful. I write more prose and your style was so encouraging! the flow of the mind was really introspective but at the same time understandable to me as a reader. It's good to be able to identify with your words.
Blessings,
Kathy