do it. do it for real. both beginning and end. how does this act invoke both pleasure and surprise? close your eyes. repeat. see how this arc is innate within the world, within your own hands. notice left. notice right. notice looking-up and looking-down. notice depth, that Renaissance curtain pulled apart. learn the meaning of trust.
an apple is a circle examining its spirit. an everlasting christening of circles inside. as common, as true as the birthing of a sphere. as every star.
every one.
how do you see filling the space inside the circle? how about what you see outside of it? where’d that come from? above or below your thumb?
read a blank page. where there is no ink, meanings remain, having been there all along. read bright light. you, you are the shadow, not the page. read it to forget. read it to remember. now read another.
now. breathe. now.
learn the meaning, trust.
continue. trust.
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I too am enraptured by circles and have been for years. So much of my visual and digital art is wrapped up in circles. The roundness of things, a poem finding completion in a repeated line. They speak both to beginnings, where and how to find them, as well as completion. Guess by now you know I love your poem.
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/04/12/my-secret-garden/
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this first circle poem was/is my favored of the three. I think because it is the most active, reaching out to engage. that’s a quality in poems I admire when found. thanks Elizabeth. catching up…
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