Only words may bridge the stream and swamp — Forsaken, forbearing, and fortuitous — Eventually on transit seven or six Near the land strewn with rocks. Yearning for silver not sand, I’m Alluding to all four letters spelling them with my digits: twelve fifteen twenty-two five please make it count
This poem, I wrote a few years ago and have polished it a little recently, in my writing group.
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3 thoughts on “Only words”
I was wondering! Love the poem. Also, something about that sentence at the end of the note resonates. Like you’re explaining but still mysterious. I was like “Oh, I understand … wait do I?”🤣. Really nice writing both the poem and the prose.
Thank you. … and I had broken the link to the poem of the beginning, because it now needed an afterthought. Now the link is fixed, and the rest is broken.