Searching for Beauty III

    I would never take the word
    Of a critic for the nature
    Of beauty or poetry.  They
    Are bureaucrats of the
    Soul making rules and
    Procedures which I must
    Become like them to overcome.

    Books in abundance are on my
    Shelves, guides to literary
    Theory, the critical path of the
    Educated imagination – and
    If educated and using a
    Language as I do then I
    Have unwillingly perhaps

    Absorbed those theories and that
    Criticism.  There was no other
    Way.  I looked out my window
    At trees being rustled and heard
    A dog bark and in the darkening
    Sky saw a shadow pass by as must
    We all however we’re called.