Poets finger frequencies chromatic
which few imagine, fuse into our days,
highlight dross in unexpected ways
turn common hieroglyphs to gold syllabic.
Poets tune to wavelengths which, harmonic,
impressions fleeting turn to interplays
outside Time transformed, for image stays
as fly in amber, glowing, flowing, tonic
despite enchroaching Time’s invasion chronic.
Reflections on reflections play. Relays,
found unbound, may colour in life’s greys,
unpick the spirit’s drawbridge lock symbolic,
depict emotions which, with rainbow tint,
may move, may pain remove, and joy imprint....
Jonathan ROBIN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflections-on-reflections-play/
