Sunday, January 15, 2017
Imagine attempting to convey the paradox, the connotations, the idiomatic idiosyncrasies of a poem—even a short one; especially a short one the entire raison d'etre of which rests in those exact connotations and idiosyncrasies...
Amazing, yes, that there are people with such passion for words, for poetry; people so convinced that words are necessary and vital, and that poems are the equivalent of oxygen in terms of sustaining life?
How to thank someone for such a love of words?
Read poems, write poems, breathe poems.
do not disturb
the pebble feels
for each grave
a different verb
carried, lifted, borne
who speaks no language