“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label ultimatum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ultimatum. Show all posts
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Ultimate(um)
Please don't look closely.
If you could just squint
and tell me it's good
or just walk away...
It's not taking shape
like I said, trust me though,
as I said it was,
it is nothing...
like you've seen
a thousand times no,
you never saw once
entirely, just hurry
it along, you've said and pled.
I'd rather not, you know
I can't make it-right
write as it is instead.
Image By loosepunctuation (Erica Kline) (Flickr) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.
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