~Are We...~

A Poem by Colin

we are the people who see the statue in the stone and the landscape on a blank canvas but we see not just the image but the emotions as well and by our words we try to infuse our readers with them.

Are we fallow fields
sown with possibilities?

Do we whittle down
from old gnarled text,
uncovering alphabetical art
that was always there?
Sandpaper away unnecessary
additions to just leave
soft subtle curves,
that blend to imagination,

drawing horizons
ever closer to divinity.

Are we graffiti,
emblazed upon grammars wall
like a parade of toy soldiers?
Each a piece in normality's structure,
twisting form to create
chimeras of images to words
before they slide to conformity,

pheromones invading
clogged shafts, the scent
of beauty,

or are we sulphur essence,
burning loud
then joining shadows throng,
just a flowering weed
poisoned by the status quo
before our seeds are spread;
sod is turned.