Sunday, May 06, 2007

an ode to words unspoken,
for unmade promises, unbroken
to inchoate, inarticulate cries,
unverbalized, unvocalized sighs.
a lament for those laced
into love, those faced
all day; every day, with
its gossamer, undying myth
in the reality of lamplight,
cold and clear hindsight;
one sees in fact
that poetry lies not in this vanishing back.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I like this a lot (much more legible when typed)! Fluid and very cleverly done (:

Sharon

thanks for all the fish said...

=D

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