*PLAGIARISM* Delayed Repetition

[R.C. KITCHENS]

Alone with our madness and favourite flower
We see that there really is nothing left to write about.
Or rather, it is necessary to write about the same old things
In the same way, repeating the same things over and over
For love to continue and be gradually different.

Beehives and ants have to be re-examined eternally
And the color of the day put in
Hundreds of times and varied from summer to winter
For it to get slowed down to the pace of an authentic
Saraband and huddle there, alive and resting.

Only then can the chronic inattention
Of our lives drape itself around us, conciliatory
And with one eye on those long tan plush shadows
That speak so deeply into our unprepared knowledge
Of ourselves, the talking engines of our day.

This poem is also Late Echo by John Ashberry. Being copyrighted, we cannot post the original on this site.

http://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/23488

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Good find Man.