(! ! ! ! !) ...On Writing Poem by Alice Cuenca

Collage of ideas
moves through space.
Can't be touched
And seen 'til lit.

Things that appeal
to the senses:
scent of flowers,
being a wind

Even love a stone
glazed by wind-driven rain,
yet may overlook the prey
of full-blown tempest.


lofty vocables of nature
in its grandeur
The repeated dream of water.
This poem.

let me ask, why?
where is the essense?

allow me to strip the glaze.
To the bottom
of our intentions.