...they believed the act of writing poetry to be a calculated act of spontaneous inspiration. To have some truth or beauty illuminated to them, and so, with a careful hand and keen mind; depict the vision they had received so that it could be better shared with others. I often find myself acting 'spontaneously', and equally so, with a disposition of calculation. But rarely can one be said to act upon instinct of both.
Whilst I acted upon a meditative, fleeting, patience- I conjured this:
This virtue that we share
by nature of being
patient,
makes our most sincere
thoughts
be alive with desire.
This beguilement of ours
is so pure:
Sanctimonious,
as the pleasure of
virgin lovers
No comments:
Post a Comment