Art works by Giles Denmark 
     

poem

This is the time where i left off
I could not stand it
The rigmarole of playing with words in French or English
In poetry its like sword play where the bit is between your teeth
The same with paint the ever so practical pivoting it self on platonic words
What God or Buddha or Arithmatic or cares how you spell it
That divided us from nature
Where play and what just happened created the next moment
As chance would have it as it were or will be ....

What place will i place the point my finger on
Which button will i push
Where did space divide itself from logic form?

Who will you be today
What essence of spirit will you take
A ghost or the host within that word - that being?

That hat at the T that holds the universe together?

Enjoy the day!

A blister of a poem - from Giles Mitchell 1.12 am Tue 20 Nov 2018