not-sonnet
One of those days when not much makes sense. Thought the following not-sonnet written at the ICM seemed appropriate.
For title see last line
We found our way in the dark
took our seats, and faced the light.
He laid down the first transparency
casting shadow shapes on the wall
and began lecturing soporiphically.
We stared into the distance
focusing on the ideal, eternal
objects these symbols were shadows of.
Except "we" is inaccurate, I was
watching chalk dust swirling through
the light and writing lines like
"The room was cool as a cave, and dark"
wondering if I could start a poem
like that and still call it "Plato's cave".
For title see last line
We found our way in the dark
took our seats, and faced the light.
He laid down the first transparency
casting shadow shapes on the wall
and began lecturing soporiphically.
We stared into the distance
focusing on the ideal, eternal
objects these symbols were shadows of.
Except "we" is inaccurate, I was
watching chalk dust swirling through
the light and writing lines like
"The room was cool as a cave, and dark"
wondering if I could start a poem
like that and still call it "Plato's cave".