her sun from silence
her circle from line
her coal from diamond
her water from wine
her soul from science
her face from time
her plus from minus
her flesh from mine,
never written or read,
painted or sculpted,
or sung or said,
Simplexis Venustus
Simplexis Venustus
Simplexis Venustus…
Emptiness and fullness in each line… It left me feeling a cool detachment, almost a sadness. I was disturbed by the first line. It doesn’t seem to follow as does the rest of the poem. Was this intentional or am I just seeing superficially?
Simplexis Venustus, Meditation No. XVIII
Europa unravels
Euridicy sighs
Her axiom travels
Her abacus lies
Her vacuum collapses
Immaculate skies
An eon elapses
She sees without eyes
Never living or gone,
coming or going,
or darkening dawn,
So Simple And Lovely
So Simple And Lovely
So Simple And Lovely
She weaves
The cobweb of dreams
Unrealized
Private communion
Amongst flowers and trash
Detritus of her mind
Released
Silence and peace
Silence and peace
Silence and peace