What Sense Of Order? 2012

What Sense Of Order?

 

My sense of order is outside the ordinary.

Organized peculiarly, order craving effort,

(for it runs, hops skips)

Connections vague as cirrus but,

Like cirrus’ crystals,

Ice fixed in geometry,

Not cloud, not chaos, not free verse

Are ideas bursting:

Fragments freed

Then unified.

My sense of order is not cute.

Its root in gene, route evergreen,

Unseen, it is productive.

After all,

It has produced this poem,

Its meter,

All while organizing ornaments,

And paper.

Ordained by

An outer space, out of this orbit,

As orgasmic as organic.

Orchestrated mind organza at its sheerest,

I lie here amazed as you

At what disoriented mind can do.

 

What Sense Of Order? 4.2.2011

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

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