Type Dreams

An exercise in frustration

Three blank canvasses lean plastic wrapped against a hallway corner wall
Upstairs are boxes filled with paints and brushes and several sets of knives
Finished signed framed paintings hang throughout the house
Woodcarvings adorn shelves in Germany, Florida, and other homes
Each Boston Whaler built after the moon landing boasts a drying chine line
A winged unicorn tenses to leap aloft as the naked nymph upon her senses freedom
Each caught in a twirl of cut planed and polished cedar grain pattern
Some things sensed are meant to be while others wait in hallways
Or clatter constrained in cloud castle courtyards
Hands strive to shape the forms that sing in wordless passion
As frustration fills a page with empty words

Reviews

[G. Cedillo]

"Hands strive to shape the forms that sing in wordless passion" - - - great line!
really reads like a thesis for the poem, in which case it should be moved further up and the images of the empty canvases still in their plastic should be moved toward the end - as a sort of ah-ha moment to the reader. Good poem, much potential -
thanks for sharing,
. g-