04-14-2015, 02:12 AM
The Porous Mind
(With apologies to Keats – "La Belle Dame sans Merci")
I wandered to a fairy glen
and sitting down inside,
visions passed before my mind,
my eyes still open wide.
A fairy maid did come to me
and taught me fairy law,
she said to share with everyone
of everything I saw.
I roused myself and cast about,
no pen found I at hand,
as memory fading, quickly fleeing,
of that fairy land.
So just as Dawn erases night,
and chases dreams away;
what I learned within that glade,
no longer can I say.
Erthona
©2015
(With apologies to Keats – "La Belle Dame sans Merci")
I wandered to a fairy glen
and sitting down inside,
visions passed before my mind,
my eyes still open wide.
A fairy maid did come to me
and taught me fairy law,
she said to share with everyone
of everything I saw.
I roused myself and cast about,
no pen found I at hand,
as memory fading, quickly fleeing,
of that fairy land.
So just as Dawn erases night,
and chases dreams away;
what I learned within that glade,
no longer can I say.
Erthona
©2015
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.