The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by Wlliam Rivera
A Final Thought
“Beautiful & Pointless,” the poet quips. Not practical. Flippant tales. At best amorphous mystery. A truth perhaps: there’s something in the dark. We know silent mirrors don’t let go. Outside, a white squirrel sails in green. I reflect on trees, wave hello, goodbye, condense an array of gods into authority. Still, I thirst for what’s not known, the final what. —Gather short-handed words, to gain a peek into a former feeling meant to sway—what once was beautiful or not, in a final thought. Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |