You dip your toe into poetry's waters,
but never seem to get wet
Pretense showing, your measure unknowing,
the surface as good as it gets
Into the depths where fear leaves a shadow,
you stare with eyes conjoined
The moment upon you, time has been stopped,
to dive—your soul purloined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2020)
I loved the toe dipped in water imagery in this poet, an old image refreshed into dip your toe into poetry's waters. I also loved the word purloined, I purchased an old copy of Mystery and Imagination by Edgar Allan Poe, while living and working in Istanbul Turkey back in 1988 to 1991. The 13th short story in the volume, just before the poems is " The Purloined Letter" . I have a soft spot for the word 'purloined' as I immediately connect with Edgar.
purloined is time stealth stolen, into the surface depths shimmering, to dive through mirror moment poetic throughs, to catch star point glistening light ripples, to swim through current life myriad images, to dip a tiny toe into poetry's waters
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Dipping A Toe Into Poetic Waters purloined is time stealth stolen into the surface depths shimmering to dive through mirror moment poetic thoughts to catch star point glistening light ripples to swim through current life myriad images to dip a tiny toe into poetry's waters Inspired by the poem 'Dilettalia' by the poet Kurt Philip Behm. Dedicated to the poet Kurt Philip Behm.