Imagistic Ars Poetica
Imagistic Ars Poetica
Isa de Quesada
Poems climb the branches of trees
to reach the moon
and slip and slide
on iced ropes.
Poems dance on the white-wash of a beach
with black grains of sand
and fall and flip
on surfboards.
Poems whirl in the wind of the wide desert
with sporadic saguaros and ocotillos
and speed through highways and stop
on the hot concrete.
Poems bake in hot ovens
with pot pies and pot roasts
and cool to the touch
when one reads too much
into lines —
the mirage of the desert,
the washed away shore
the broken branch.