The Ancient Modern

It Hasn’t Seen/  Joshua Alan Sturgill     

I leap up now and seize the pen.
It’s been an age since I wanted to write.
Poised above the page, silent, in an empty room
the preparations made, waiting even for a splash
of inspiration — lonely, even in the company
of imagination, the mind’s cinematograph.  That’s the trouble
with imagination.  It goes on always suggesting, suggesting, but never
opening a door to what it hasn’t seen.  I leap up now!  There
the Form and there the Words!  From which heaven
comes the rhythm rocketing through me?
I want to speak the unseen;
I want to craft and answer mysteries,
to articulate the thousand postcards glittering in my mouth.
Exhausted by images and suggestions, I want ziggurats
of meaning, meaning leading up by hewn-stone stairs
to well-fed gods.
Now I leap!
Now I seize the pen!

All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2023 by Joshua Alan Sturgill. All rights reserved.

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