Of: A Poem.
Of ideas that splash and cascade wantonly on yielding fabric of potential,
Of moments, sparks and ice shards, punctuating the green of the mundane,
Of life’s oil slick, it’s rough sand texture, that parody carousel,
Of feeling, exceeding static, far short of tempest, lurking to dye cotton of normalcy,
Of heartbeats, organic clock chimes rapping out Morse Code of wonder,
Of motion, perpetual, temporal cadence, a swathe incisive across paper matter,
Of senses, an orchestra performing the symphony of mind’s curiosity,
Of love, the ultimate journey, the means to all ends.
© Brad James, 2014.