Commit then
To the endless
Wrangle with words
It is not
That words win
But that such partners
Ever prove
Lack to the task
Commit then
To the endless
Wrangle with words
All we hear
Of the heart’s song
Saturday, November 28, 2009
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Captive then the poet, ensnared in the tangle of syllables, helpless to break free?
Or is the captive is eagerly beguiled, instantly bewitched by siren words. Willingly or un is irrelevant. Poetry is. Enrapt in the blissful tangle, the poet woos and coaxes until man and word are complete.
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