Friday, August 31, 2012

The Vexation of the Unknown...





We cannot write away longing or desire
Nor diminish space by the hex of poetry
But we can languish in a syllable’s fire
And revel in the vexing of what still might be

J~

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3 comments:

  1. Anthony DuceSeptember 1, 2012 at 12:47 PM

    enjoyed... A lefty? I write the same way.

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  2. Janet MartinSeptember 1, 2012 at 1:09 PM

    :) Hi Lefty.

    It was funny, when I down-loaded some photos last night I discovered that Victoria had taken one of me While I was writing The Beautiful Bittersweet.

    Thank-you for your visit and words, Anthony.

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  3. The UnknowngnomeSeptember 1, 2012 at 10:14 PM

    I really, really like this one, really, really! :)

    Yes, in a syllable's fire!

    And they saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. (Acts 2:3)

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