What

What

God creates life for artists imaginations
To fill in colors, missing parts with no mistakes 
Tangibles become open, solid, clear
Aged by the absence of interpretation

With so much space the rest is left up to us
Where less is more
Persistence initiates 
No desire or permission to preexist
We simply are when time comes out to play

What is that repetition in the woods
With proportions measured out 
The warbler knows no other song but rain
Again to follow it on wet branches 
Or on grounds it wobbles about to drown
Moving on with no doubt from where it came 

The honey badger staggers awkwardly
A chance to find a mate perhaps
Hiding underbrush at closer range                          
You know that it is there intuitively
By the invisibility conjectured vacancies

If only memory would listen
Let artists fill in the empty spaces colored
Allow God to do his job as well

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

how very interesting to follow ....God giving artists the colors to paint by inspiration and freedom ..kind of like Adam and Eve being given the privilege to name all things ;) this line especially jumps out for me:
"We simply are when time comes out to play" ..i love this poem ..it is smart, creative and unique .. a finite world seen by one's mind through creativity ..simply must to be read more than once .. i think you put a lot into this one
E.

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Einstein!
Thank you so much for your observations and kind comments. You are right. I put a lot into this one. I am happy with the outcome. Have a great day and Happy New Year too. Earl

[Einstein Noodle]

yes ..a very Happy New Year!