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 Poem #48I want to write a poemAs simple as a series of instructionsWhen you get to the end, presto —A stylish new bookcaseThat never wobblesOr a complicated electric toyThat actually whirrs to life But there ' re no books for the empty shelvesAnd no kids are interested in your cheap plastic gift well then, a poem at least ought to be instructiveA series of steps taking youFrom point A to point BGet to the last stanzaAnd you ’re nearly in Paris.Halfway to self-immolationFor this to be true you have to know Where you ’re starting from And point A often remains elusiveWhich is the crux of the problemFor beginners like me.Like, where am I right now?Point B never bothered me as much.Once you ’ve got A, the good poem Can take it from there Another way of thinking about it Is that there is no Point A or Point BThe poem is the between that remains:Solitary flickering sparkHovering in the space That follows yawning original silence,Serving as prologue to all the unasked questionsIt will never get a chance to answer The winter exhalationsOf someone you love standing Too far away to tell if she ’sSpeaking or just breathing The faceless watch that only ticksLeaving the mystery of the time solely in your handsSo it ’s up to you not to be lateA house that ’s nothing but hallwaysThat never spill into any rooms The love that lingersWhen the room is emptyThe room you retreat toWhen all the other rooms are fullThe ...

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - August 24, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs