The wonderful beyond words
is what and where I'm always
trying to get.
With words!
Which may seem
dumb, or self-defeating, but I find
one often can - by dint of reach
and grasp - pull such strange wonderful
from nothingness
and into form,
by processes mysterious,
with nothing lost by trying it.
With no diminishment
of all the wonderful that lies
beyond - for us to catch and steal
our handsfuls of, and gorge
our gorgeous selves
upon.
2 comments:
There is so much to like about this poem. Well done. :)
Thank you, Steph!
This belongs to the rather large subclass of poems tooting my own horn for some reason.
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