a momentary free verse
by ernest williamson
free
later in the daze
I grab
millions
of floating tears
from the sky
watching them splatter
on my hands
like arthritic
pains
like algorithms with
sharp
peaks
across a dainty street
in late October
when daze is manifest
throughout the coming
holidays
but out of a stupor
comes lines of lead
business
stress
alacrity
of various mobilities
running without poetry
without
the transcended
whiffs
muttering
Lennon's
Imagine
so now I'm 75
and autumn is upon me
and drones of men and women
are at it again
bustling to make deadlines
to tend to reality
but for me
like an ambitious homeless man
smoking a cigar
in the apathetic rain
imagination
for the sake of escape
is all of what is
everything
in a word
verse
twigs to burn
by the same author
the better documents are in the trees
along the rinds of the core
in the twisted arms
posing for vanity
of curious eyes
though the mist hovering
round the base of the willows,
as wasps do over sweet food,
constricts my angry ignorance
of what I see
in the trees
and also what I see
in the leaves
About The Author
Ernest Williamson III is a 31 year old polymath who has published poetry and visual art in over 150 online and print journals. He is a self-taught pianist and painter and his poem "The Jazz of Old Wine" has been nominated for a Best of the Net award by the editors of "Thick with Conviction".


