New Poem on Limitations

              

                Word Limit

Words are to poetry as

Piano keys are       

To music.

They lie inert

With symphonic potential

While the music flows beneath

The surface.

When summoned, the keys

Are like a shadow

Or an echo

That inadequately conveys the

Music.

Yet beauty still emerges from

A limitation of eighty-eight

Black and white keys.

So press your words lightly –

Or pound if you must –

When poetry breaks through.

Those black and white limitations

Of form

May falter and fail,

Yet Beauty still arises

From what can only be

Seen as a poverty of words

When measured against the

Expansive symphony of being

That thunders

Beneath the surface.

                                ~ CK

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Photo by  Evette from Phoenix, AZ

Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

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