would i write a poem then
to an abstract man

he is abstract when
in my mind

like who or when or what he is
a poetic form explains him
as the stranger thing
i cannot grasp
i know that i
escape him

and i would focus in
for an abstract wish
for the concrete twist
that i insist
the unspoken plan
of the abstract man
in the context of this
i have imagined
and wanted
so the poem went
he is abstract when
like a picture out of focus

he is a silhouette

light focuses then
that i could almost see him
therein impressions
i imagine
almost warm with
known connections
dear reflection
what i see

is

in me

as a poem since
for an abstract friend
like i made up a scene
and i could place him in
like a character speaks
he spoke with me

in certain terms
he said to me...

of the abstract sense
he went in and out of focus
separate from the thought of when
and separate from the process

he went to abstract when
in the thought of a man in the future
abstract when
i cannot see him
abstract went the picture

of color then so white is blue
and red is green blending purple into
something shaping in the shadows asking
as nothing questions
what is abstract

abstract then
is an abstract gift
say abstract lives
where i can almost see him

my last laugh
shapes an abstract map
making abstractions last
i can almost see him
an abstract past
and i said in
and now
the focus

abstract when the abstraction is
in how i view him thinking...
something same like this
in the name of sense...
for the same sweet wish
for the same

an abstract sense
what is when and how through focus
seeing him where abstractions shift
into what this is
as i insist

that i would hold that thought
that i would...


© lily gillespie morton, 2007




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