Thread: a vision less

how you could sit
and write a world
without an image
you could hold?
so close it comes so
close it goes
your words are flying out of breath
worried slighlty in the wind,

your voice might not keep
up the truce
you made out
to be a dance
of elms
amongst the fearless
and the tamed,

how you could
dream up
a window's
face?
sacrilege to those
who looked
to only see,
through tainted glass,
a glory past
its sale by date.

I like to understand what I'm reading (or at least pretend I do, or project my own understanding onto pieces) and I have read several of your pieces so far, not being able to really place the meaning of them. I don't know if it's me, but I don't think I've ever become familiar with a style like yours before though... Frankly I don't think I understand this one either but I wanted to give it a try and (obviously I did) there are just SO many lines I think are brilliant in this poem. Ugh, I am reading this over and over and I don't get it, but I love it. And honestly the whole thing is full of awesome lines. I love the first one how you could sit
and write a world
without an image
you could hold?
What I see when I read this is just a whole lot of wind xD but man does wind look good today. I'm going to keep trying to crack this lol