ON THE LIMEN OF POETIC BEING

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I read a poem today
It filled me with beauty
And loving appreciation took hold
But of what, wasn’t there.

The words, oh such words
And such fine diction too
Weaved a weave through and through
Yet, no threads were there for me to pull.

I yearn for the breeze
Upon which hummingbird brings news
With the flash of cochineal wing
Within my eyes and understanding too.

This delta is impassible
Even when the trope’s in plain view
Life is lived in the advance
Where even the reading unrolls through.

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James Corrigan

James Corrigan

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James is a writer, philosopher, contemplative practitioner and theorist, living in the Dordogne region of France, where he runs a Bed & Breakfast. He was formerly a software engineer in New York, as well as a university professor of philosophy where he taught Ethics, Metaphysics, Philosophy of Nature, and meditation. Other LEVEKUNST articles by the same author.

Art by Janice Trane Jones. Arizona.

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