Platonic Solid

Men, arrayed on rays, vertex to vertex
Reach across the plane with probisci
Sleek and curious but blade-grass frail
A lateral-diagonal intermingling

God, as capstone, pours it downward
Perpendicularity, liquid, and unpredicatable
Few could apprehend from whence to where

Most retract their probing lines, prophesying danger
Only a few stay their hand to catch the downward flow

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8 thoughts on “Platonic Solid”

  1. Ed Hurst

    I tend to agree on that one, Jay. There are very few poets that manage to catch my imagination. I’m just not a connoisseur of poetry. On the other hand, I have long refused to let snobs bug me about it.


    1. Jay Post author

      I forced myself to read a few classic poetry works…notice I said “forced.” The prose classics seem more intuitive and natural to me.


  2. Christine

    Prose describes, poetry indicates, or at least that’s how I see it. If you’re a literal, just-the-facts-ma’am type, poetry can be annoying. And there’s far more bad poetry out there than good (a fair amount written by yours truly). But the sheer volume of bad poetry just might mean that it’s a more natural form of expression for a lot of us. We’re just not very good at it. English is such a clunky, clumsy language to begin with.

    Music lyrics are poetry, aren’t they?


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