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I wish that there were fewer words,
or better weight to fill them up,
with sense alive to leap each pause,
and means to separate all ends from cause.
This randomness I’ve long endured,
and though it bears me with an ease,
I cannot help but mourn each blank,
adept, it seems, but never sure.
A new verse for Friday
55,
so graciously hosted by Hedgewitch.
Love those opening lines.
ReplyDeleteVery sure and light touch in this, however, Steve. It just ripples off the mental tongue and begs to be read out loud. Those first lines are ones with which I wholly identify, as I dread that half-empty feeling that sometimes seems to afflict my words, and that makes me agonize over a phrase, wracked with doubt--and yet,so many times even when we doubt, the words themselves reach out and fill us, I think. Thanks so much for all the years of poetry we've traversed, and for playing today to celebrate a happier time, and to remember how much friendship matters.
ReplyDeletemelodious, and such power in the open.
ReplyDeleteI too love the opening lines, and think this would be a good one to read aloud.
ReplyDeleteI don't agree at all, but I do like the way you say it. :)
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