Chicagoetry: Illumination

By J.J. Tindall

Illumination

I strove to summon the gods
with cliches of madness. Pose after pose, put on after put on,

point of view after
point of view.
Then the Old Post Office became a sphinx
in a late dawn

lavender. Merely a vision,
not madness.
A reflex of imagination
from a cache of anger.

Anger, not madness.
To feel illuminated by the force of God's will.
To reel, exhumed.

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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.

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* Critical biography at e-poets.net

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