In An Archway' Middle Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

In An Archway' Middle



Between my wishes
I exist; because, I know this
fore in-between these wishes
are questions, which only I can answer
an arch is visualized within my wishes
of stone; a granite form perhaps
hold however, made possible by a form
in wood and stressed; fore without
this stressing, it's shape would not be held
and this is an inner form which holds an
arch in awe and wonder; of wood
in an image of that ARCH to soon behold
this exist in definition ponder; a
wandering wonder beheld by those who will
behold in the end a stout and not
preponderous form as such shape the
most perfect arch beheld by those who will behold
the Middle; be it space, or caste, or whole
because as such, by definition is middle
substance then is shaped, formed, defined
of wishes, or wistful thought, a whimsical notion
and through action placed before all as substance
beyond any fool' reproach; deemed this
by each who knowledge knows; maybe…
ARCH; two anchored standards whose form
is so held by one single STONE and
nothing more; give this more thought perhaps
as nothing more than this one stone
holds both form and shape for an ARCHWAYS LOAD
So, a weaker wood holds shape, and form
and weight, and force? As this seems so it must be
knowing this; from experience, thought, and or
design before this supporting form grows tall
as an Archway should be tall; to allow
all to wander under its graceful form…
I know this, because, I exist in the middle
Between my wishes, as dream, as thought
IAM all as each supporting member should be
By design; of sound, sight, mind; not blind!
Because from experience as designed; an Archway…
However; between my wishes and
this preformed wooden shaped arch is still
space; between this formed way, space
is between the completed form which is
before the completed ARCHWAY; for sure…
Any Archway is in form; there is it's Master
of thought, profound thought, perhaps divine thought
then form becomes as real as thought; in wood
before stone is completed as Arch and
therefore way; surely this is wishful exist…
because I exist in this middle; I exist
without form, without wood or stone or form
in-between form of wood and Arch of Stone
existence is as I; silent, and invisible
as is wishful thought of what an Archway is…
Without which an Archway' form and shape
and tall; would not be, without thought
an Archway could not exist; unless the
thinking of this thought; of the shape of an
Archway' form and shape was thought in substance
before thought became the Archway' shape and form…
Thought of wish, how whimsical is that thought
that wish could be held to take form beheld?
Well too that thought of wish is existence of
form and shape and height and breadth and
formed of space within such an Archway' form…
Exists is that, in the middle of an Archway' shape
which is formed by thought which is formed
by the space in the middle of an Archway's
height and breadth and width as most
ARCH' are of width as well as height and breadth
and shape and formed of stressed wood to
form the Archway and so very much the more…
This very much is more than enough substance too
carry almost any load too it's height and width
and breadth or do we need more substance?
Wishes; whimsical wishes, to think thoughts of
Shape and form to Arch and on to Way
through Way to Where one Travels by Archway
and in what shape of form or way; why?
Thought implores thinking which forms whimsical
wishes which leads to stressed forms
used in designed shapes with wood to shape stone
into Archways which lead US too where?
In-between my wishes IAM existing as thought
I know this, because in the middle
between by wishes; IAM knows I exist…
in this middle between my wishes, in an
Archway' Middle I EXIST
BECAUSE IAM EXISTS!

Friday, January 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: space
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