Forest Facial
If I’m not rock, then I’m depth letters,
If I’m not stone, then I’m clean persuasion,
If I’m not dark, then I’m chisel and mallet,
If I’m never cerebral, then I’ll be static weather.
So blow in my direction,
Wear down my features,
Hand me my appearance, once and for all.
Kurt Sweeney is a Norwegian-American poet/ novelist/playwright/critic/reviewer, living in Bergen, Norway; he’s published one novel (in Norwegian) with Aschehoug, Oslo; provided book reviews, articles and essays for daily press in Norway for 25 years, to a large extent focused on poetry and fiction from abroad. Link: author/kurt-sweeney/