leave things in the middle – diddle on with this
or that small section of the whole – when,
uncontrollably, another part cries out for you to complicate
the fold – and there you are again –
limb and tint and mind and hue
something possibly to do with art: scattered hints, perhaps
tomorrow, with some luck, you might just find
instructive – if Imagination will resuscitate
its pluck, permit
the blessing of some coalescence –
wait to bait
you into the creation of another singing thing. It’s the
sort of random outcome some deep yearnings have
been not unknown to bring.
I write roughly one poem a day. This blog is a continuation of a series of poem depot websites I'd also had through google, but which seem now to have filled up with my stuff to the point where I can't edit or add another page.
So here I am. Since April 1, 2009 I've been adding drawings, one a day. To see them fuller size left-click on the drawing - and voila.
To get an idea of who I am, google on "Guy Kettelhack."
To see poems I've written previous to the ones in this poem depot, google on Guy Kettelhack + Act 2 (or just Guy Kettelhack + poetry): for kind unsolicited observations about my work by photographer Rick Shupper: google Guy Kettelhack + Holtermann Design LLC. (I'd provide links but they don't seem to stick here.)
thanks for stopping by.