SOMETIMES my words wing with ease
Much the same as the singing trees,
Words and phrases formed complete,
Empty, passionless and sweet ;
Yet in hours, turgid and dark
When the gas is lit and lone dogs bark.
There rises in my aching brain
A mountain of thought, in twain
It cleaves a nebulous mental sky.
With mental effort and strain I try
To bind my senses to my will
And climb the thought, struggle until
My vision embraces every side
Of its rolling landscape wide.
Discovers its caves, its lines and steeps,
The rushing torrent that downward leaps ;
With pain and sweating, ache and moan
I crush it to an essential stone.
Sinew taut and muscle strained.
Wild-eyed and weary brained.
Into reality’s sky it is hurled
To fall unseen in the ocean world.
(Bernard Waters)
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