Scattered Intent

Words

that refuse to stay

upon the page.

They break

                  rank and file

to   s

            l

                i

                     p     carelessly

from line

                to line,

and loiter

furtively in the margins.

Assassins of poetry...

they obey no master,

reluctant to convey

any meaningful message.

Yet I am aware,

as I reshuffle

phrase after agonising phrase,

it's those words not written

the dramatic pauses....     

                                      the breaks

that tell the real tale.

Reviews

[Firestone Feinberg]

This is fantastic. You speak so clearly. So honestly. --David

[New Dawn]

Thanks david, I wrote this for the' poems about poetry' group, they set challenges sometimes and it's good to have a go at trying to write something a little different.

[Tricia O'Brien]

This is sick, I dig for sure. Well done

Trish-

[Jon Roggie]

You hit the nail with this one. One of the hardest things is just making yourself step back for a bit.

[SpitfireGrrrl]

Yes!! The pauses, the breaks, the breaths that have to be taken in between each set - those are nearly more important than the words themselves. Lovely!

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~ superbly written and superbly presented, dearest shelley... and i agree with that closing... it's just so true... so very true... the poetry is in the silence more than it is in the words... it's great to read you again... the words and the silence... :)

[New Dawn]

thank you as always Serah - not been on much lately - burdened by real life and snow - but the snow has melted now :)

[.]

~ i know... i thought so... winter shall make way for spring...eventually... :)

[quinfinn]

so true. well said. well written. well done!

[New Dawn]

thank you, glad you liked it

[quinfinn]

this is what makes poetry fun....

[Kitt]

I like the form of this poeple. Very original.

[New Dawn]

thank you very much