The posings of a poet.

That One Thing

I have read been read am reading
poets in various forms of failing flailing succeeding
and it seems they ever return to one
Phrase or thought or image from which none can break
like gravity or death or ripples in a lake
until it’s out and they’ve seen it done
Yet here it comes again so right so ripe
for the glorious melancholy picking without hype
just when it seemed the battle won
Butterflies and rooks greenness where’er one looks
all stacked up inside these books
and I am their bastard son
For I cannot break orbit though I could absorb it
find the glass half full and pour it
but then I’d just begun

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12 thoughts on “That One Thing

  1. Such is the life of the poet. Like life, always creating. Great job!

  2. Wonderful post today. Very nice job.

    I look forward to your future writings!

    Enjoy Writing? Writers Wanted

  3. and you have begun wonderfully- stalking your blog and filling my mind with all of your really great writing. Thank you 🙂

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