“Notions Contrived” by James Oliver Ryan

Circling are these many questions to my senses.
Evolving is a quizmaster with depths to surmise.
Open are the doors gone are the fences.
These are notions to a poetic moment contrived.
All thoughts flow to where a pearlescent sage is met.
These words be spoken are introspecting,
Self-selecting gestures, hard-set.
A shaken bag of quotations is held by a sonneteer,
An ascending trumpeter sounds a note on high,
To an artificer with notions contrived,
In the wake of an event so quintessential,
Golden finches take to the sky,
This essence of twilight is it providential?
To an auto-poetic pattern designed.