Craft Space Poem by GRANT FRASER
Craft Space
I want to make
a chair out of my poem,
take the words
and use them as legs,
I'd like to stand up
up on account of them,
wave my hand
to some
unsuspecting
contraption
of meaning,
swaying
in the wind,
I'd like to imagine
we're something the same?
so easy
and yet
so hard
to fathom,
now I want to take a saw
out of the cupboard
of my imagination,
why not start with
this leg,
go - saw your stupid
tongue off - then,
all that blood!
is that what words are,
just legs, something
to stand on, or walk
you along inside....
I told you to stop getting
high on them,
then some unexpected
reaction,
you kick the invisible
part of everything open,
moving
around you,
imagine cutting
the moment right out
up ahead...
see that's what the word
saw, is for,
forget legs, just think
of infinite doors that
lead to more and more...
exasperation
ah! to something that
cannot lie...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/19/2024 9:19:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Pure metaphysical genius! My mind is blown, In fact I'd have to steal a few more words to even form this sentence - I'm at a loss for them. Starting with: I want to make a chair out of my poem, You had me hooked at hello and g'day! now I want to take a saw out of the cupboard of my imagination, why not start with this leg, go - saw your stupid tongue off - then, all that blood! is that what words are, the tongue's blood, words! Such an intriguing idea. but the continuing lines... is that what words are, just legs, something to stand on, or walk you along inside.... I told you to stop getting high on them, It probably wasn't to be funny, but I have to admit I chuckled even at being reprimanded for getting high on words. forget legs, just think of infinite doors that lead to more and more... after reading this verse I understand why I was reprimanded. I imagine, you're saying that words aren't just tools, but passageways, doors to never-ending thought! Who da thunk it? lol But I digress, your poem is amazing. Lovely penmanship. Nika~