Sunday, May 4, 2008

It's not the Poetry that matters most.


Words tell all do they?

And how do you take words

and make them mean exactly who you are?

Can you really reach the point?


Hand it to someone in a way they can see into you?

No misconceptions?

No deceptions?

Can you do all that with just words?


Can you say you are in my head

and know the knots and questions

and loyalties and insanities

and all the little happy endings?


If you really knew

there would be nothing to say.

There would be no questions or wonder

or agreements or speeches.


Words only tell a story.

They are grunts and hums

and trills used to make a picture

and the picture will always change.


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