Poem: Clear in the Moment

It is a plain craft when it's done well.

Clear in the Moment

Poetry is among other things,
plain thought
A communication of moments
    one to one
And yet it’s fashionable
    and publishable
to obscure a vision
    in labyrinthine language,
creating a kind of metered
    cross-word puzzle

Labored over, Webster and Roget
    in hand,
wandering and lost
    in poetic fluttered thought
it becomes a run through fields,
    waving gauzy nets,
hoping to pin down
    a chloroformed specimen
Waiting for Godot in the pages
    of The New Yorker

E equals MC squared
    is such a simple concept
The formulation and proof
     beyond the capability
of our more ordinary mind,
    an envelope pushed
There’s true poetry in the complication
    of Einstein’s mind,
simply presented, as a gift,
    clear in the moment
Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman's
poetry collection


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