This poems is called ‘Rough Sketch Beginning’.
Rough Sketch Beginning
I came to sketch
my ideas for my picture
I saw the sun
a bearded saint in bliss
curled in a face of fire
I saw a mountain
all a thought
left standing there
I saw the sea
a place too dreadful
to be empty
I saw a river
a lover fitted in
a perfect slit
I saw woodland branches
the many hands
washing the wind
I saw birdsong
colour streaks
and circle pieces of the air
I saw dust
dirt from our minds’
uncleaned mirrors
I saw lightning
chink of light from
another world
I saw a storm
peace unemployed
turned into mischief
I saw night
softest of world bedcover
arousing passion
