Mindscapes by Aurora: Broken Mirror

Ars Poetica

A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit

Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind -

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

A poem should be equal to:
Not true

For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf

For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea -

A poem should not mean
But be

Archibald MacLeish

Mindscapes by Aurora

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Sunday, April 4, 2010

Broken Mirror

The moonbeams caused her blisters that night
Specks of blood shining in its flaming light
The rain was sultry, sulphuric, impure
It burnt her face that the mirror couldn’t endure

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