The Literal Poem by Barry Middleton

lovers of the literal
miss the nuances
that their daily bread is manna
that the budding rose is truth

that love is a cameo
the kiss of moon glow
the breath of spring
the tears of the sunset

and it may be
that the pain in life
is more than a thorn
it is a blighted impediment

the things
that wall imagination
are prisons of the soul
are jailers of the miraculous

these walls know not
of manna or love
they are blind to truth and pain
blind to the godliness of sunset