More Vision Poems

WHAT IS A VISION POEM? (intro from Musea issue on Vision Poetry)
WARNING: This is not ‘Poetry 101’. This is advanced. Vision Poetry does not rhyme (most of the time), and it’s not what you are used to. If for any reason, after reading two or three of these short poems, you don’t ‘GET IT’; please, fold up the zine page , replace it on the stack where you found it, and slowly back away from your computer.

Now that we’ve gotten rid of the neophytes, let’s continue. Vision poems are part koan, part hallucination, part vision, slightly enlightening, and peppered with occasional eureka moments. They are word pictures, dreams, fantasies, jokes, lightning strikes, and kafkaesque situations. Read them with a sense of adventure. Then see if the startling images – somewhat like what a painter might see in his mind before beginning his new work – suggests anything deeper or more profound. Enjoy and let me hear what you think.

3 tree orchard

blue arm
blue hand

she wore
a veil
of stars

the model train
has model smoke

I imagined a professional clothes line,
one thousand white ropes taut and cross crossing
acres of a hillside;
a heavenly wafting wind rippling fragrance,
a flapping, fiber, quick dying, engine.

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