Only BeginningsA Poem by drcorneliusHow to do with words What Picasso did with lines Give birth to new worlds In meter and in rhyme Cut gaping holes in all we know Then fill them with denial Twist and turn each sentence Until meaning is defiled Take the reader by the hand Shove her out the door Write from emptiness alone We don’t need her anymore There never was a reader There never was a poem Only burning thoughts and dreams Born and dying all alone Certainly Picasso Burned the bridges in his dreams He had to give up all he knew To burst his boundary seams He had to leave all use-to-be’s Escape all he had been Slam the door on well worn paths Never to be walked again There never was a forest Never arms and legs to lose Never paints and brushes No direction from the muse Only beginnings © 2018 drcornelius |
StatsAuthordrcorneliusSarasota, FLAboutPoet, song writer, dream chaser, and retired psychologist. I thrive in the mountains of northern New Jersey during the summer and Sarasota Florida during the winter. more..Writing
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