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~ Through darkness...
....Hark, nay! Or
Do you merely shoot the vanishing point, Clarified and trouble-free? * To the next chapter, where a reprieved Neatly and concisely explained, The Reading Room vanished, but lingers here somewhere ~ Places you’d frame if you could, proof of innocence, The first clear sight of another audience ~ Between us. A rarified congregation of misfitted devotees Crowd the museum’s west wing. The path Mapped a worn page ~ The fires clear sight of the manuscript, leaves unpaginated, Places you’d keep, if you could, the object’s proof Dated ~ We couldn’t afford to lose. Misplaced for an era Or so, this part of the story remained exactly where We found the lost studio. Much as ~ Our conversation flooded these halls with light scripted From every object’s cast shadow lifted Parting a silence lifted ~ The lost wax process, this version Cast from the original reversed beyond The picture plane ~ Scriptural scenes illuminated the dark halls, while Two figures from The Porch of the Confessors Escape ~ As keys rattled, excused kept, the story closed The previous chapter, idles before the museum’s plate-glass Window ~ The narrator’s referential illusion and a need to confess Refinished late afternoon’s surface, Both relief and recess ~ Lit with hard knowledge, a painting behind The reception desk, a miniature, really, Where ~ Pictures galleries held prospect over the girl Whose hand I clasped in mine, our finger’s furled ~ Artfully denied story’s premise, introduced a stage Within each stage, To disengage Our sure grip on thematics unfolded from the catalogue, An accordion zig-zag, our accordance Accorded our unraveling way ~ Excavating the lost language, we were misused By the illuminated page, another strategy confused ~ A checklist itinerary, our commentary on our point Of entry, against the proof offered by denial, where A curving well of a staircase found us skipping rope, Holding one end, each of us, its velvet length broke ~ Read from a found volume Before the reading room disappeared from its formal Structure so neatly detailed in The Introduction. Dazzled sightseers linger in high, cool tiled rooms, Removed dust jackets from these dog-eared volumes. The afternoon brought us together Under the storm, where we enjoyed tea and sherry Beside the balcony overlooking The ticket-time admission ~ Torn intimacy, transparent effort floating through the air, Reveals the folly of the long game of solitaire ~ Parsing the museum crowd. * _______ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me! http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo |
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Twittering One wrote: The afternoon brought us together Under the storm, where we enjoyed tea and sherry Beside the balcony overlooking So now do we go back out into the storm, or try to find comfort here? Double-A |
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Twittering One wrote:
The afternoon brought us together Under the storm, where we enjoyed tea and sherry Beside the balcony overlooking So now do we go back out into the storm, or try to find comfort here? Double-A A shelter from the raging storm, But this storm, O so lovely! Rain, rain, rein... _______ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me! http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo/ |
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The guards change places Where this evening’s crowd spills farther out And patterns demure plots we chance upon ~ Perspective races to catch up, Restrains a halted welling up of tears. Fears. Years. Something’s coming up the stairs, An underground stream diverts around What forces it to surface, accommodates tricks Of the terrain, streams past backward-looking efforts ~ Forms this pool of sparkling clear recognition. A visibly receding tide uncovers ornamental Artifact, wrought iron table, a reflecting pool A pocketed reminder of what we swam into, undiscovered On an ocean-front court, where games played Us, mallets, we, sports on the lawn, or lingering On the phone? Minutes idle speculation, propose Colors of a summer’s day, or compose what the croquet Ball said ~ Colors scatter into flight ~ Lace Our path of stones tenderly across the wonders of Knowing what stays behind, you running Off for another story, old or borrowed, new, too, Will do nicely, thank you! Choice Summons what fathoms below mind, or behind You, look! See, fooled you! The mind steps, moves Forward. Steps, now mind! Move forward, do as me! Practice My piano daily, my Baby Grande, upended sidewise, For to play a lark’s tune twice. Nice, Hm? *smile* These terraced steps, yes, steps our mind, Mends a way. Each day. Move farther up, As does time, when told not to stay. No, not today. Each fresh prospect bore a general likeness, or Bore forth further deletions, until a welcome party, A company of those others, too, told, “No longer necessary For you to stay.” Me? I knew not what to say. Sometimes, I forgot me, but others, not. These Steps of The Mind that stay behind, say, “Not! Each fresh prospect bears a general likeness, completes Further deletions. Until you figure out what’s Not.” It comes as no surprise. “Spills unrehearsed scenes We frame within,” Mind replied. So, said I, “Yes, I see.” Yes, you do. “So see how much Time has passed, transpired, in the lapsed second Of our hour.” Okay, will do. “You do.” So Indeed, I checked, indeed, I saw how much time Swallowed me and you. Us, both, drafted the missing part ~ [See: A Jig] Me, figuring the consequences, you, Directing my play from another hitherto un ~ Scened angle, bending my angle of repose, until! O know! O yes, I see! The consequences, now puzzled, But confident. But confidential, instead of Need’s lame Sometime. Or what’s in store, too. Well, you know, I say, “I really can’t say where we’ve flown off Toward ~ What target snags your attention, Your pointy-headed feathered dart shot Through darkness. Hark, nay! Or Do you merely shoot the vanishing point, Clarified and trouble-free? A pristine azure Blue ~ a two ~ Part invention, or a four ~ Part fugue? * To the next chapter, where a reprieved Neatly and concisely explained, The Reading Room vanished, but lingers here somewhere ~ Places you’d frame if you could, proof of innocence, The first clear sight of another audience ~ _______ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me! http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo |
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