Saturday, April 18, 2015

Our River of Time.

I don't necessarily agree that words should last through the ages--
Not because they're not meaningful,
Not because they are falsely representative of

Threatened by extinction.

Words deserve to be rare.
And they should even die.

I think it is practical that when a young person needs a word,

Meadow or cupola

He should have to borrow it from another universe.

This language we speak should be seen as a river
Bending out of sight.

The very course of things seems to say,
I don't know where I am going.

I don't know where I'm taking you.

He should, at a sound, and when asked, say the two words
Edvard Grieg
As if he had never been born.

1 comment:

cap'm said...

hey bry don't know about your blogger stats but my words appear to be on track to get all the rare they deserve :) Funny I just used the word meadow recently. Always love reading your distinctive work.