the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Tuesday 11 October 2011

John Pursch - One Poem

Clarity

Checking grocery mounds for dog eruptions,
a mental amplitude infers empty, plangent style
where quick, rhapsodic format clearly obtains,
yielding preening and the wielding
of a carton's foolish scourge.

Graven eyes explore
the tarmac's torrential potency,
arriving with families
of sawed-off logical nebbishes.

Accumulation continues,
unaware of frozen cataracts,
droplets of terminal feast,
and the long-sought smearing
of capital bounty.

Exponential vials, tails
trimming sand pits to quibbles,
emotional amber affixed to germinal flux,
occasional doves on a bedrock totem
of towering cumuli...

What could clarity be,
effaced and lambent
in this thundering?