“Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.“
Novalis
I think our thoughts
are sparkles in black velvet
some sequin sewn but others
long gone stars, sky fallen,
their flares, registered as instant
Before the scopes that pry both near and far
there’s magic, as only imagining makes
Reason has set the dominos tumbling
excites, electrifies cognizance
urbane, profound, subliminal
(or devilish thoughts that slipstream
like eels into colder, deeper waters)
All are visible to the logical eye
the analyst’s couch, the cognitive doctoring
mind over matter
God make me pagan again!
untie me from these factual tracks
let me flounder again for the faith
that seeks the light that sparks the synapse
In her Open Link Night where any unprompted poem can go, Sanaa offers a mini prompt for inspiration with Silverstein’s poem ‘Where the sidewalk ends‘ as in some hidden, magical place, as, tangentially, in these “Thoughts”
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