The Skill Poem by Jan Sand

The Skill



As fundamental as the syllable may be
To poetry,
More basic still
Is the skill
To permit mentality to percolate,
Dissolve the surfaces, to fuse
All categories and engage
The transient ear,
Entrance the eye
Of a passerby
With the truth, with a lie,
With a verbal swatch of calico...
Anything to make attention go
Where the lingual baton
Indicates.
As if a pointing finger of the fates
Dictates
Who and where and why and how
The world elucidates, sublimates, concentrates
The random poignant thought
So it be bought.

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