His Left Hand.

His left hand strings to
imagination in his vision;
irregularity connects to his passion---
poetic tears then flow.

they cry freedom;
they cry liberation;

His eyes gazed afar capture
vision in his imagination;
sights court dances with memory---
poetic imagery is retained.

they sling elation;
they sling illumination;

His insight then sorts among
concepts and pictures set aside;
visions find linkages with forms of dialect---
poetic thoughts are then born.

they disarm imagery;
they disarm tears;

gazed eyes are closed;
tears are wiped;

then Words are written.

Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004

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