a V poem


May 9 by The Running Son

a V poem


Alphabets and Visions.

A and V.

Vowel, vibrating consonant, two

ways we line up our meaning.

Give it points to make.

Lines to work around.

Planes to see thru and take

meaning from.


Letters Are events. Each one. Events collide,

letters try to hide our midnight trying,

and art.

Ways of making a direction for us

sidewalks to wal\k down,

and paths.

To higher grounds

where vows and constants

meet over, see

overseas to places

we’d be, and will.

with the help of taking the freshness of a’s

and uniting it

with Vision concentrated,

with two beginning points,


Rolling down

into a



Envision it. Art is to BE.



by Jim Aldrich

6 thoughts on “a V poem

  1. Ar Vhee says:

    i love this post…

    • 😉

      o well imagine that. A and a V?

      Well good-lord praise synchronicity.

      Hey you.

      • Ar Vhee says:

        Hey J, one of your tags caught my eye too..

        Im a fan.. =)

        • Thats right. no bad art. or writing. just stages in processes. We move thru.

          See? Anyone can break non-unions.
          \ /= V <— see that? u can turn it upside down,
          A <— and the connection is clearer. I see you clearer than me. Pictures I mean
          And eyes. u get sleep. and work too. I write till I cant keep up with you.

          Your A'ing and V'ing. Beautiful.

          Jim 😉

          • Ar Vhee says:

            you do have an impressive power of observation. (said it before and i’ll say it again)
            well, good thing A doesn’t have a stomach ache like 8. =)

            • good. 8’s are good too. Thanks for that prompt.

              Eat then. And I will too. One less thing two bloggers have dividing, like c’s. a consonant between A and V.
              Like K? yes. And Hi. both of them.
              and by a margin U makes it in… Come to think of it, so does M and E.


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