Word Lovers

To enter one’s vault of precious treasures,

Find purchase

And leave behind

The vibrations of the inordinate,

Is to open one’s mind and heart

To the unregulated,

And afford the likes of

William Carlos Williams,

T.S. Eliot,

 Ezra Pound and

H.D Browse

To become up close

And personal.

A sensory awareness…

Where notional language often becomes

Convention’s minor key of performance,

Arriving as plain-wrapped gifts,

Where makeshift ribbon and bows

Unravel the music of words,

The jazz and minimalist take

On syntactic melodies of origins unknown,

Revealing invention of non-metrical,

Non-rhyming,

Natural rhythms of speech.

Such is akin to finding a buried gold coin

Beneath the daring tides

Of Time’s ever-present unearthing of treasures,

Where discovery is

Embraced,

Revered,

Exalted,

Remembered

For the future’s conscious adventurers.