The
Architect captures and encloses
the space within.
The Poet turns the emptiness of space
into a sheet of paper.
(signs + symbols) x (shapes) = form
Our insistence to be "new" at all costs
may prove both salvation and undoing.
Concrete, shaped, or conceptual,
what passes for final drafts
twist and rip the post modern world.
A building should not look like something.
It should be.
A poem should not mean anything.
It just is.
Both communicate The Whole
with a range of stimuli:
sensual - aural - tactile.
We live in a stolen age––
it breeds rustlers.
We tag what is not ours.
Our commission? To keep out the cold.
Someone comes home––
out of a rainstorm.
Wants to read himself back into Life.
Do we miss the obvious?
The gift to hear once again
the voices of lost childhood
and to see the shadows below the water
and reflections in the clouds.
Bold lines. Purity of purpose.
