“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Thursday, January 25, 2018
Around noun
This is the thing,
I cannot finish a single-
Here's the other-
I understand that I am needed, required even
to do that-
Elsewhere,
I was looking for that thing,
behind me,
remind me, what was I seeking?
What was our-
did we love each other?
There is some-
he wants to say
that is coming
that is waiting...
So I am left
I put one word after the period,
begin again
and see no-
Painting by Domenico Remps, 'Cabinet of curiosities' c. 1690 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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