what really moves one to write...?


she is...

quiet, conscious, secretive...
upon inquisitive premises come
the dark passage by knowledge
of what to expect in love...
surely, possibilities have compelled
the poets of our days,
however a man is to beheld
what is written, as which she says...
altogether, after, during, before
left without the thought
the ways of whom are written in such language never taught.
confusion amounts in logical love
defining traits, ideals
compromising the simple gestures
of the girl, of the way she feels...
efforts, of thoughts of men
of intentions, tried and true
of misunderstandings, perhaps
of conditions i pursue...
escalated, of modern issue
though of ancient prophet
does clarity of situation become
of a difficulty such to stop it?
or simply of confusion?
of part anger? part distortion?
enough to put sacrifice in motion?
given a day of possibilities,
of wonderous idea, of potential
does the advantage of life, of result
become so...implemental?

perhaps so.




Poetry by wonderbread
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Written on 2007-01-12 at 22:27

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