for dVerse: A Vatic Poem

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


5 responses to “for dVerse: A Vatic Poem”

  1. Our train of thought often leaves us behind, working hard to catch up. (K)

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  2. 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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    1. Thank you, and thanks for the new word: vatic 😀

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      1. You’re welcome, thank Hirsch! 🙂

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  3. Oh … this made me think of drinking that hemlock chalice.

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