Quatrain of Poetic Realism - 1064

Quatrain of Poetic Realism

Realism - less than abstract

The selfish rhymes of noise,
the hoarding of thought
pointed out with a
laser,

The art of speaking without flaw,
left to those with minds
sharpened by a
razor.

O, give to me what is real, the
breath from God's own
words, I once heard
spoken,

Unto thee, I foreswear, I shall
point my blended thoughts,
toward benedictions
unbroken.

Yorktown Disciple
2001