There Is A Nakedness Poem by Jim Boone

In my writing, now that
The blocks of childhood
Have been recycled into
Kites that dance on the
Ocean breezes and into
The sunset of another
‘Aaah'-inspiring closure.

There are spectators and
Commentators and script writers.
I Am a writer who all-to-often
Comments when I should be
Writing it down and moving
It around on a paper canvass
Until some sense begins to draw
The focus of the mind's-eye.

Some people live in a bull's-eye
And with the tension that choice
Brings them. I have always been a
Rush-gush-wheew kind of guy who
Spent relaxation time reading, writing
And massaging imagination, about
NOW and the stress-nesting away.

There is a nakedness in openness
With a truthful balm that is poetic
To soul-consciousness and instructive
To understanding the diversity
Of the human condition.

A nakedness we clothe in
A fearful couture or in
Street-smart recycling.


2013