Language Learning:
It
is painfully slow but,
gradually,
glorious.
These
shapes are all new.
Super-imposed
over them;
Allusion.
Me:
Scratching out the meaning,
Black
lines I can penetrate,
Like
an equation.
Vague
essence with too many
Full
stops.
Time
travel for the writer.
Watching
the invention of,
The
light bulb moment.
Creating,
recreating,
Old
words.
I
linger to watch the day;
Misty
clouds kissing Stour trees,
Dewy
eyed lens for,
Fanciful
wakers of the,
Equal
night.
I
want to create this view,
With
my new black pen scratches.
Casting
illusion,
From
dancing whisps of smoke that,
Fade
out.
It's
all I can conjure to,
Seduce
the English text with,
Signs
for Tree, night, day,
Symbols
for now and fire.
Baby
steps.
