A Long Story About Nothing
Maybe what I say
seems commonplace, but rules
are a self-audit, and
I hardly suppose
that any confession is too late, or
that a germ of good might never grow
Maybe no one speaks with purpose,
no single sentence is a human progress
And I hardly suppose
this life is a long story about nothing,
or that such sweet days comes from
bitterness; you, so full with milk.
And should I suppose
that I am free to do as I please,
like the corrupted youth of Athens?
I hardly suppose so.
For dVerse Poets: a vatic poem © Misky 2020 Image from New Zealand National Library. Flickr Commons Illustration by Kay Nielsen (1914), Alexander Turnbull Library
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5 responses to “for dVerse: A Vatic Poem”
Our train of thought often leaves us behind, working hard to catch up. (K)
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Wonderful image you chose to go with your poem. I feel an infusion of hope and like the way you used negation to do it. Very deftly woven, Misky.
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Thank you, and thanks for the new word: vatic 😀
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You’re welcome, thank Hirsch! 🙂
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Oh … this made me think of drinking that hemlock chalice.
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