27 January 2014

A Reckoning

This poetry thing has its way of integrating 
the most mundane into occasions you will 
remember - and for the right reasons, like 

in your search for true and proper words to 
capture and constrain all rogue elements of 
confused and evasive feeling it hones your 

frustration to where a quantum shift begins 
betiding new idioms in thinking, old palings 
pall & fail under strain of rarely used argot 

revealing inner meaning, you’re suddenly 
wallowing in instantaneous wisdom, wear 
measure of an armour of invincible insight - 

invisible to all but the ‘enlightened’, see the 
clear and simple in an obvious atmosphere 
clouded by frustration of its polluted doubt 

 - and there an horizon bares witness, sees 
your hand signals as words and calls aloud 
to all the poet voices - behold a reckoning! 

© 20 December 2013, I. D. Carswell