…observe the world to reflect soul;
lose the ego in search for my keys;
…shoot pictures each a thousand words;
express their pattern blurred to one hundred.
…point to objects to show not tell feelings;
work material into abstraction;
connect with a Internet of things
to vary their controlled interaction.
…split and stock wood piles to gather self warmth;
build up and add to the logos by logs;
huddle round a story structure performed;
burn small talk to catch on fire dialogs.
…imagine it otherwise; talk to the dead;
climb into the corpse to walk in its shoes.
…retake the road paved; go, retrace footsteps
until you’ve beaten the obvious into a loop.
…stroll with Aristotle in the garden
round nature and nurture our life has spawned.
…contemplate beauty found by induction
wonder if the ugly ducking’s a swan;
…eat the bird turned by spic; swallow its words;
regurgitate to young, “tastes like chicken.”
Author: Rj Wiechecki
I am a writer, both poet and philosopher. I do works of philosophy through the medium of poetry. I also do commissioned work as a poet as a business.