Mind Is Not the Medium for Joy
Mind is not the
medium for joy.
Each word should be a bell within the
heart,
Ringing like a wind-tossed, wave-tossed
buoy,
Restless in the grip of polished
art.
Years should be a cry of sculpted
stone;
Christmases long past, an oak-voiced
choir,
Harmonies that hollow out the
bone,
Rich with longing, reckless with
desire.
If meaning but had meaning, words would
be
Salient as the resonance of brass,
Tearing
chunks of glory from the sea,
Melting steel with love for
things that pass.
All I would, I could to you
convey
Should I find words that might such non-words
say.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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