by Brian Taylor
Poems are diamonds,
everywhere
embedded in living rock.
You see them
you dig them out
you polish them.
(Sometimes you don’t see them.)
Polish them too much,
they break into fragments,
blow away,
a handful of dust.
(Each mote of which is a diamond.)
From:
Bamboo Leaves
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Brian Taylor is a poet and philosopher presently living in Cornwall, England and the Far East., Website: www.universaloctopus.com, Poetry works include:, BLINDNESS KINDNESS (1968), GOING OUT THERE IS NO OTHER (1995), COMING BACK THERE IS NO TRACE (2005), BLONDIN (2006), BAMBOO LEAVES (2007), OXFORD POEMS (2008), GNOMONIC VERSES (2015)
Last updated March 09, 2014