Language Learning

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.