Anachron Eight to Three

Twirl
Tug
Twist
Vortex
Nah! Just school.

It is not an air
The thoughts
Practiced and pulled to hold
Water
Time
Attention.

It is class.

Fast crevasse defining understanding
Tentacles crossing comprehension
Sounding the symphony of massed voilas.

It is education.

Seeds leaking home through nights, days, years
Suddenly growing daily food.

It is learning.

The Point is WHAT'S

The last few posts have pointed to the author/reader interface. The one that is occurring in your mind now...or rests calmly on the page. Hmm, well I control what goes onto the page (and I do it with some intent). You "control" what is happening in you mind as you read. I may pick and prod at your mind, but I have no ultimate control over the effect of writing like these poems.

This is one of the things that fascinates me about writing poetry. There is a certain amount of satisfaction in the expression/writing. There is another satisfaction in hearing the effects...no I do not judge your impressions against my intent. The poems become semi-independent objects--word sculptures in the garden attracting gazes...and dogs.