for Cedric Scott
my art needs
to take me elsewhere
has it not got wings
has it not yet learned to fly
to take to the sky
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
6:50 p.m. 12.01.08
Uwe Ommer
I am invited
by the way she looks
even if it suggests
that you keep away
it is but paradox for me
it is for who could read
to enter
who can’t has to keep out
I enter her heart
through her eyes
enter her life
though she seems not to smile
but how happy we are to meet
waiting a long time
for this mutual agreement
for the look in her eyes
for this poem I’m composing
inspired by beads, bareness,
plaits hanging down
most beautiful woman
ever seen on green earth
but how can I reach her
reach into a picture
I am unable
to get my arms about her,
unable to embrace her
my wish is to keep her
too long now
I’ve been waiting to marry
unable to take
this book of pictures
of the world’s
most beautiful women
to the altar
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
5:33 p.m. 12.01.08
1 Comments:
art taking to the sky...excellent line
but then more sorrowfully what a pity to be in love with a picture...and its even sadder that you cannot transform yourself into a picture too that you may share her or their worlds!
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