Mind’s Eye Racing Through a Grove of Words
Mind’s eye racing through a grove of words,
and bushels formed of sheaves of thoughts,
Footsteps along a concept’s lights,
taken quickly before a new idea
briskly snatches attention away
and I trip, distracted,
upon my own keenness.
Two Soaring Towers of Parallel Stone
Two soaring towers of parallel stone
Though dwarfed beside glass rectangles which shine
to belie their heft.
Dark, dual rock plinths draw the eye,
Their heaviness palpable, they pull in light with their substance.
Perceptibly solid, their mass immense,
Their weight is measured by sight from a distance
And is logged as greater, more spectacular than glass,
And the mind is convinced they might as well be taller.
Between these towers, a gorge;
no perhaps more a fjord – a tirth.
Dying dusk light passing through
This space, attaches the pair;
The perceiver considers them as one/together
Adding to their gravitas more than if singly considered.
Anonymous is a student at UQ, currently completing one of their majors in Philosophy alongside another degree.
Featured image by Jeff Baland via flickr