a moment of mere days
the days are mere moments
of hours that go on for days
sit and watch the world go
with only imagination
for company
funny how the better the imagination
the more it will get you into trouble
at times I wish I were smooth as stone
then stealth would be my nature
I could watch the world go for millennia
at ease in things as they appear to be
undiscovered
imagination, contact to spark,
ignited
a bolt like a strike of electric intent
sure
brilliance and power
down in a flash
the negative charge taken to ground
there was a truth indwelt
that was taken too
a positive element buried
under hardened clay
which the days of hours
would compress into stone
it's there—still
constrained
by forces that mark time
forces that carve canyons are
dull by comparison
take light, a spark of promise
compress to core
lustrate in time
and still, there is that imagination
that element, that light, that diamond
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© August 06, 2011
all rights reserved
http://www.poeticsojourn.com/the-sojourner.html
of hours that go on for days
sit and watch the world go
with only imagination
for company
funny how the better the imagination
the more it will get you into trouble
at times I wish I were smooth as stone
then stealth would be my nature
I could watch the world go for millennia
at ease in things as they appear to be
undiscovered
imagination, contact to spark,
ignited
a bolt like a strike of electric intent
sure
brilliance and power
down in a flash
the negative charge taken to ground
there was a truth indwelt
that was taken too
a positive element buried
under hardened clay
which the days of hours
would compress into stone
it's there—still
constrained
by forces that mark time
forces that carve canyons are
dull by comparison
take light, a spark of promise
compress to core
lustrate in time
and still, there is that imagination
that element, that light, that diamond
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© August 06, 2011
all rights reserved
http://www.poeticsojourn.com/the-sojourner.html